Some guys they just give up living, And start dying little by little, piece by piece. Some guys come home from work and wash up And go racin' in the … - Bruce Springsteen

If I lose and have nothing when this is over, you can still drop me with my guitar by parachute anywhere in America; I’ll walk to the nearest roadhouse, find a pickup band and light up your night. Just because I can.

"The adult world, that place of dishonesty, deceit, unkindness, where people slaved, were hurt, compromised, beaten, defeated, where they died - thank you, Lord, but for now, I'll take a pass. I'll take the pop world. A world of romance, metaphor; yes, there is tragedy ("Teen Angel"!), but there is also immortality, eternal youth, a seven-day weekend and no adults ("It's Saturday night and I just got paid. I'm a fool about my money, don't try to save"). It's a paradise of teenage sex where school ... is permanently out."

the poets down here don't write nothin' at all, they just stand back and let it all be...