I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things... I play with leaves. I skip down the street and run against the wind.

I used to go to Bourbon Street when I was a kid and there would be club after club after club of people who were around when the music started. I mean these are legendary maybe not so well known but legendary musicians.

We live in the mind in ideas in fragments. We no longer drink in the wild outer music of the streets - we remember only.

My body looks like 30 but my face looks like 50. But I cannot walk bare-chested in the streets. I like to do these movies to challenge myself physically.

As a kid I liked the 'Halloween' movies and 'Nightmare On Elm Street' and all that kind of stuff. But as an adult I really don't watch much horror to be honest.

I missed out on everything. Sometimes on the street I see teenagers hanging out and going to the movies going to concerts and I get so jealous.

As we moved along in a little procession I was delighted with the illumination of the streets. So many lamps and they burned until morning my father said and so people did not need to carry lanterns.

I had this temp receptionist job in New York and I kind of hated it and in the morning I would come out of the subway and just walk along the New York streets with all these people around me and kind of sing to myself. Like 'She's gonna make it!'

I can't stop being in parades. I just love dancing on floats that move really slowly on the city streets in the early morning.

Nobody wants to read about the honest lawyer down the street who does real estate loans and wills. If you want to sell books you have to write about the interesting lawyers - the guys who steal all the money and take off. That's the fun stuff.

If you really believe that you're making a difference and that you can leave a legacy of better schools and jobs and safer streets why would you not spend the money? The objective is to improve the schools bring down crime build affordable housing clean the streets - not to have a fair fight.

You eat and sleep it all day long and play on the streets until mom calls you in. My story is no different than anybody else's.

I'm a just a mom when I walk down the street.

I believe in the brotherhood of all men but I don't believe in wasting brotherhood on anyone who doesn't want to practice it with me. Brotherhood is a two-way street.

I met in the street a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old his coat worn his cloak was out at the elbows the water passed through his shoes - and the stars through his soul.

I'll love you dear I'll love you till China and Africa meet and the river jumps over the mountain and the salmon sing in the street.

Not by appointment do we meet delight Or joy they heed not our expectancy But round some corner of the streets of life they of a sudden greet us with a smile.