Long ago life was clean, sex was bad and obscene, and the rich were so mean. Stately homes for the Lords, croquet lawns, village greens, Victoria was my queen. — Ray Davies Copy Share Image
A restless spirit who can't reach his goal, can't find a home until I've found my soul. — Ray Davies Copy Share Image
Everything is reduced to what's physical in the end, because it's the filth inside people's minds that creates all the evil. What is a… — Ray Davies Copy Share Image
People take pictures of the Summer, just in case someone thought they had missed it, and to proved that it really existed. — Ray Davies Copy Share Image
I met her in a club down in North Soho, where you drink champagne and it tastes just like Coca-Cola. — Ray Davies Copy Share Image
Silly boy, you got so much to live for, so much to aim for, so much to try for. — Ray Davies Copy Share Image
I looked in the mirror at my pigeon chest, I had to put my clothes on cause it made me depressed. — Ray Davies Copy Share Image
When he feels the world is closing in, he turns his stereo way up high. He just spends his life, living in a rock… — Ray Davies Copy Share Image
I think when you write songs, you write about people... People are the source of my material. And London is a wonderful place to… — Ray Davies Copy Share Image
I don't wanna die in a nuclear war, I want to sail away to a distant shore, and make like an apeman. — Ray Davies Copy Share Image
