“WHAT MATTERS IT HOW far we go?”
his scaly friend replied,
“There is another shore, you know,
upon the other side.
The farther off from England,
the nearer is to France;
Then turn not pale, beloved snail,
but come and join the dance.”
— The Lobster Quadrille
“I don’t want the old blues to die because if they do I’ll be dead, too, because that’s the only kind I can play and sing and I love the old style.”
— BIG BILL BROONZY