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They saw themselves as modern Robin Hoods ... virile, inarticulate brutes whose good instincts got warped somewhere in the struggle for self-expression and who spent the rest of their violent lives seeking revenge on a world that done them wrong when they were young and defenceless.

I mean you get your woman and your bike and your banjo and I mean you're on your way.

They don't expect to win anything, but on the other hand, they have nothing to lose.

The girls stood quietly in a group, wearing tight slacks, kerchiefs and sleeveless blouses or sweaters, with boots and dark glasses, uplift bras, bright lipstick and the blank, wary expressions of half-bright souls turned mean and nervous from too much bitter wisdom in too few years.

There's something dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls.

(...) det vakre er alltid innan rekkevidd, det er bare å strekke seg ut og ta på det.

Your twenties are a starter of You Don't Have To Have Worked It Out Yet. And your thirties are more a big stodgy main course of Maybe This Is How It's Going To Be.

Most people don't get married to the person they love the most, they marry whoever they happen to be with when they turn thirty.

-Hvorfor har du kommet tilbake? spør jeg. Og jeg vet ikke om det er meg eller mor Fred ser på når han svarer: - For å fortelle deg alt dette.

We recorded in studio B with a small eight-track setup in the back of the Electric Lady. Before we started, I whispered "Hi, Jimi" into the microphone.

The absence of glamour made it seem all the more familiar, a place that we could call our own. As the band played on, you could hear the whack of the pool cue hitting the balls, the saluki barking, bottles clinking, the sounds of a scene emerging. Though no one knew it, the stars were aliging, the angels were calling.

I knew one day I would stop and he would keep on going, but until then nothing could tear us apart.

It was a good day to arrive in New York City. No one expected me. Everything awaited me.

We used to laugh at our small selves, saying that I was a bad girl trying to be good and he was a good boy trying to be bad.

What is the soul? What color is it? I suspected my soul, being mischievous, might slip away while I was dreaming and fail to return. I did my best not to fall asleep, to keep it inside of me where it belonged.

Enda sier du det rett ut til ham, at Amalie setter sånn pris på å ha blitt kjent med ham. Enda forteller du ham, galskap over alle galskaper, AT DET HADDE VÆRT HYGGELIG OM HAN STAKK INNOM EN KVELD PÅ EN KOPP TE!

A man with a beard was always a little suspect anyway. You couldn't say you wore a beard because you liked a beard.

It took Doc longer to go places than other people. He didn't drive fast and he stopped and ate hamburgers very often. Driving up to Lighthouse Avenue he waved at a dog that looked around and smiled at him.