Everyone has left me except my muse, that good nurse. She stays in my hand, a mild white mouse.

Emerald as heavy as a golf course, ruby as dark as an afterbirth, diamond as white as sun on the sea.

Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance.

I am a collection of dismantled almosts.

Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.

As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love.

I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.

Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.

Meanwhile in my head, I’m undergoing open-heart surgery.

O starry night, This is how I want to die

O yellow eye, let me be sick with your heat, let me be feverish and frowning.

That's one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind

You think embracing the longing while waiting for the right man is impossible? Well obviously you didn't get the memo.

I strongly believe that the Legislature should not be interfering in private medical decisions.

It's the same thing that drives people to want to experience sexual pleasure or have one too many drinks. We all want to experience the other, and to get out of our daily existence.

Dyson's Law: Do ask; don't lie.

I was so frustrated in Sabbath after the last few albums. I just didn't like the musical direction Sabbath was going in

Sometimes, in public life, people ask inappropriate, off-the-wall kinds of questions, don't they?

I would like it if four people did a cartwheel all at once... so I can make a cart.

To get nostalgic about other people's music, or even about your own, makes a terrible statement about the condition of your life and your prospects for the future.

You are not here to try to get the world to be just as you want it. You are here to create the world around you that you choose.