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.
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.
That’s the beauty of music. They can’t get that from you.
Get busy living or get busy dying.
