I'd listen to all the stuff that was going on around me and drift off into my fantasies about it. My fantasies have fuelled all the songs I've ever written.

And when no hope was left inside on that starry, starry night, you took your life as lovers often do. But I could have told you, Vincent, this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.

When people ask me what 'American Pie' means, I tell them it means I don't ever have to work again if I don't want to.

In a sense, 'American Pie' was a very despairing song but it can also be seen as very hopeful.

Starry, starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, swirling clouds in violet haze reflect Vincent's eyes of china blue.

Do you believe in rock 'n roll? Can music save your mortal soul?

Drove my chevy to the levee but the levee was dry.

A long long time ago, I can still remember how that music use to make me smile.

Each thread of life that you leave, will spin around your deeds and dictate your needs.

This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.

My face on every coin engraved, the anarchists are all enslaved. My flag is forever waved, by the grateful people I have saved.

The truth you speak doth lack some gentlenessAnd time to speak it in. You rub the soreWhen you should bring the plaster.

You love someone. You don’t leave her to drown. And you don’t tell her she’s crazier than she already knows that she is!

'Wild Things' is saying, 'I don't have to belong anywhere. This is where I belong.' It's a place in the back of my mind that I created, and it's cool, and I love it here.

It's hard to be scared if you don't feel for a character, because you don't care if they die or live.

Life, lift the full goblet--away with all sorrow-- The circle of friendship what freedom would sever? To-day is our own, and a fig for to-morrow-- Here's to the Fourth and our country forever.

We cannot see anything until we are possessed with the idea of it, take it into our heads,--and then we can hardly see anything else.

This was the truth at the core of my existence: this yawning emptiness, scantily clad in rage. It had been there all along.

A good writer wants from us — or has no right to ask more than — intelligence, good faith and time.

If I am going to spend eternity visiting this moment and that, I'm grateful that so many of those moments are nice.

I always say that 'Futurama' is real, and 'The Simpsons' is fiction.