«How many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows That too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind.»
«Ma mère m'a dit, Antoine, fais-toi couper les cheveux, Je lui ai dit, ma mère, dans vingt ans si tu veux, Je ne les garde pas pour me faire remarquer, Ni parce que je trouve ça beau, Mais parce que ça me plaît.