Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words? He thinks I don’t know the ten-dollar words. I know them all right. But there are older and simpler and better words, and those are the ones I use. - Ernest Hemingway
Men walk through these gates with death in their eyes
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat...
Some brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preacher from the east
He says, "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that's where they expect it least"
And I pushed B-52 and bombed 'em with the blues with my gear set stubborn on standingI broke all the rules, strafed my old high school, never once gave thought to landing
The Dylan influence
Hey bus driver, keep the change, bless your children, give them namesDon't trust men who walk with canesDrink this and you'll grow wings on your feetBroadway Mary, Joan Fontaine, advertiser on a downtown trainOh, Christmas crier bustin' cane, he's in love again