-Such a price the gods exact for song: to become what we sing
-Seek freedom and become captive of your desires. Seek discipline and find your liberty.
-When the center of the storm does not move, you are in its path.
Let's turn those old bridges we crossed into ashes.
We'll blaze a new trail,
and torch the rough patches.
we eat and we drink and we smoke and we try!
Well, shall we go?
Yes, let's go.
[They do not move.]