Steal a little and they throw you in jail; steal a lot and they make you king. - Bob Dylan

We sit here stranded, though we're all doin' our best to deny it

I’m happy to just be able to come across things. I don’t need to be happy. Happiness is a kind of cheap word. Let’s face it, I’m not the kind of cat that’s going to cut off an ear if I can’t do something. I would commit suicide. I would shoot myself in the brain if things got bad. I would jump from a window…you know, I can think about death openly. It’s nothing to fear. It’s nothing sacred. I’ve seen so many people die. Life’s not sacred either

'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue, the road was full of mud.
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form,
'Come in,' she said, 'I'll give you shelter from the storm.'