Music
- Mary Jane (All Night Long), a song by Mary J. Blige
- Mary Jane (Janis Joplin song), a song performed by Janis Joplin
- Mary Jane (Megadeth song), a 1988 song on Megadeth's album So Far, So Good... So What!
- Mary Jane (Pull Tiger Tail song), a song by Pull Tiger Tail
- Mary Jane (Rick James song), a song on Rick James' album Come Get It!
- Mary Jane (Scarface song), the second single released from Scarface's fourth album, The Untouchable
- Mary Jane's Last Dance, a song by Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers
- What's the New Mary Jane, a song written Lennon–McCartney and performed by The Beatles
- Mary Jane, a song by The Miracle Workers
- Mary Jane, a song on Luke Tan's album The Suicide King
- Mary Jane, a song on Alanis Morissette's album Jagged Little Pill
- Mary Jane, a song on DE/VISION album Devolution
- Mary Jane, a song on IllScarlett's EPdemic and Clearly in Another Fine Mess
- Mary Jane, a song on The Click Five's album Modern Minds and Pastimes
- Mary Jane, a song on the Happy Birthday solo album by Pete Townshend of The Who
- Mary Jane, a song on The Spin Doctors' album Turn It Upside Down
- Mary Jane, a song on the Technohead album Headsex
- Mary Jane, a song on The Vines' album Highly Evolved
- The Thoughts of Mary Jane, a song on Nick Drake's album Five Leaves Left
- Mary Jane, a 2009 song by Tori Amos from her album "Abnormally Attracted to Sin"
- Mary Jane, a song by Ted Wallace And His Campus Boys (Recorded in New York, March 18, 1931)
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“We may live without poetry, music and art;
We may live without conscience, and live without heart;
We may live without friends; we may live without books;
But civilized man cannot live without cooks.”
—Owen Meredith (1831–1891)
“Always, however brutal an age may actually have been, its style transmits its music only.”
—André Malraux (1901–1976)
“And in the next instant, immediately behind them, Victor saw his former wife.
At once he lowered his gaze, automatically tapping his cigarette to dislodge the ash that had not yet had time to form. From somewhere low down his heart rose like a fist to deliver an uppercut, drew back, struck again, then went into a fast disorderly throb, contradicting the music and drowning it.”
—Vladimir Nabokov (1899–1977)