The Only Reason I Went For That

Somehow The Revolutionaries Must Approach The Workers Because The Workers Won't Approach Them. But It's Difficult To Know Where To Start; We've All Got A Finger In The Dam. The Problem For Me Is That As I Have Become More Real, I've Grown Away From Most Working-class People.

We're Crazy About This City. First Time We Came Here, We Walked The Streets All Day, All Over Town And Nobody Hassled Us. People Smiled, Friendly-like, And We Knew We Could Live Here. We'd Like To Keep Our Place In Greenwich Village And Have An Apartment Here, God And The Immigration Service Willing. Los Angeles? That's Just A Big Parking Lot Where You Buy A Hamburger For The Trip To San Francisco.

I Don't Want To Be King, I Want To Be Real.

I Used To Think It Was Mere Homesickness, Then I Started Getting It At Home.

You Can't Give A Child Too Much Love And If You Love Somebody, You Can't Be With Them Enough. There's No Such Thing.