You know what the Mexicans say about the Pacific? They say it has no memory. That’s where I want to live the rest of my life. A warm place with no memory.
Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.
That’s the beauty of music. They can’t get that from you.
Get busy living or get busy dying.
The funny thing is, on the outside, I was an honest man, straight as an arrow. I had to come to prison to be a crook.
