Roger Waters Quotes

Long you live and high you fly. And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry. And all you touch and all you see is all your life will ever be.

ashes or diamonds foe or friend we're all equal in the end

I'm in competition with myself and I'm losing.

All you touch and all you see is all your life will ever be.

There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it's all dark.

Each small candle lights a corner of the dark.

You take the risk of being rejected. If you have pretentions to be an artist of any kind, you have to take the risk of people rejecting you and thinking you're an arsehole.

How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat?

This is how you control your domestic population - by making people afraid and by identifying an enemy.

You run and you run to catch up to the sun but it's sinking, racing around to come up behind you again.

But that's not to say that the potential for the sun to shine doesn't exist. You know? Walk down the path towards the light, rather than walk into the darkness.

I found that the loudest fans in the world are in Istanbul.

Can't you see it all makes perfect sense, expressed in dollars and cents, pounds shillings and pence, can't you see it all; makes perfect sense

Life is long. But it goes fast.

I could have been an architect, but I don't think I'd have been very happy. Nearly all modern architecture is a silly game as far as I can see.

I feel I have the potential to reach an audience beyond anything I can imagine.

And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.

We don't need no thought control.

By the cold and religious we were taken in hand - shown how to feel good; and told to feel bad.

Envy is the bond between the hopeful and the damned

And who knows which is which and who is who.

All in all you're just another brick in the wall

Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way.

In the finished article, the only thing that is important is whether it moves you or not. There is nothing else that is important at all.

Everybody's got somewhere they call home.

I don't really listen to Radiohead. I listened to the albums and they just didn't move me in the way, say, John Prine does. His is just extraordinarily eloquent music.

Doctor Doctor what is wrong with me This supermarket life is getting long What is the heart life of a colour TV What is the shelf life of a teenage queen

Either you write songs or you don't. And if you do write songs like I do, I think there's a natural desire to want to make records.

You take the risk of being rejected.

I have no problem with any question.

The United States has held out against taking part in any of the world consensus that there should be a court of human rights or that there should be an international court of criminal justice.

There is a magic in some books / That sucks a man into connections / With the spirits hard to touch / That join him to his kind.

I would not rule out going to Israel because I disapprove of the foreign policy any more than I would refuse to play in the UK because I disapprove of Tony Blair's foreign policy.

I confess I've never felt like a passenger.

I am one of the best five writers to come out of English music since the war.

There are so many people out there who think they are fans of Pink Floyd - and certainly the work I did in Pink Floyd - who are still furious that I left.

When I first got a guitar, it was a Spanish, classical thing.

Money, so they say, is the root of all evil today. But if you ask for a rise it's no surprise that they're giving none away.

I don't feel as if I'm in competition with myself; not at all.

When you've done something, certainly if you create a piece of music, you then hear it with fresh ears when you play it for somebody else.

Would you like to watch TV or get between the sheets and contemplate this violent freeway, would you like something to eat would you like to learn to fly would ya, would you like to see me try

Hanging on in Quiet Desperation is the English Way

What have we here, laddie? Mysterious scribblings? A secret code? Oh, poems, no less! Poems, everybody!

We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl, Year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.