the man who wears an onion go buy some onions" "i just got back from france. too many damn onions." "that's what they all say well it seems you're all washed up i can't suggest much i feel like the man who went to the doctors and saved all the other patients then died himself" "man, we're the same damn man." "i've strived to be different- now i feel like i spent hours making a hat out of glass and went outside and bumped into another man in a glass hat and it smashed . . . are you still about?" "i'm writing." "i see..." "i hope god has bigger balls than janis joplin because no one else does." "...a writer" "i feel like the man who out boxed muhammed ali and thought he was the champ then got knocked down on the sidewalk by some kid looking for a penny to spend on beer." "maybe it's not necessary - to find a way to write songs that don't rhyme to live a life without drinking yourself half to death half the time, to not wear onions but still have half a million ways of making people cry. maybe sometimes you can knock the champion of the world down flat but still be unable to let sleeping dogs lie - i really don't know what to think."
