Let us be lovers well marry our fortunes together. — Paul Simon

"Id rather be a sparrow than a snail Yes I would, if I could, I surely would Id rather be a hammer than a nail Yes I would, if I only could, I surely would"

"Fools," said I, "you do not know Silence like a cancer grows Hear my words that I might teach you Take my arms that I might reach you" But my words like silent raindrops fell And echoed in the wells of silence."

"Come on, take me to the Mardi Gras, Where the people sing and play, Where the music is elite and theres dancing in the street, Both night and day."

"When I was a little boy, (when I was just a boy) And the devil would call my name (when I was just a boy) Id say "Now who do, Who do you think youre fooling?"

"I wanted to sing other types of songs that Simon and Garfunkel wouldnt do. "Mother and Child Reunion" for example, is not a song that you would have normally thought that Simon and Garfunkel would have done. Its possible that they might have. But it wouldnt have been the same, and I dont know if I would have been so inclined in that direction. So for me it was a chance to break out and gamble a little bit … The breakup had to do with a natural drifting apart as we got older and the separate lives that were more individual. We werent so consumed with recording and performing. We had other activities … there was no great pressure to stay together other than money, which exerted very little influence upon us. … We didnt need the money."

"And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made And the sign flashed out its warning In the words that it was forming And the sign said "The words of the prophets Are written on the subway walls And tenement halls And whispered in the sound of silence""

"The wound is the place where the Light enters you."

"yes is a pleasant country... love is a deeper season than reason"

"true lovers in each happening of their hearts live longer than all which and every who"

"What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way."

"Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flower Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God! God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!"

"Unchanged within, to see all changed without, Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt. Yet why at others Wanings shouldst thou fret? Then only mightst thou feel a just regret, Hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy light In selfish forethought of neglect and slight."