I like a good beer. Of course, I'll drink a bad one too. Let no person thirst for lack of real ale! Thank god for long-necked bottles, the angel's remedy.

You and I will meet again, When we're least expecting it, One day in some far off place, I will recognize your face, I won't say goodbye my friend, For you and I will meet again.

You belong among the wildflowers You belong in a boat out at sea You belong with your love on your arm You belong somewhere you feel free

Buy me a drink, sing me a song; take me as I come, cause I can't stay long.

Go after what you really love and find a way to make that work for you, and then you'll be a happy person.

Do something you really like, and hopefully it pays the rent. As far as I'm concerned, that's success.

You belong somewhere you feel free.

Music really isn’t supposed to be perfect. It’s all about people relating to each other and doing something that’s really from the soul. It must come from the soul.

The waiting is the hardest part, every day you get one more yard. You take it on faith, you take it to the heart, the waiting is hardest part.

You were the one who made things different, you were the one who took me in. You were the one thing I could count on, above all, you were my friend.

Running down a dream... working on a mystery... going wherever it leads.

If only this great concern we have for our own sensitive feelings expanded to encompass the feelings of our fellow men.

Healing is the hardest thing you'll ever do.' ~Quinn

Thinking, understanding, reasoning, willing, call not these Soul They are its actions, but they are not its essence.

Black magic is not a myth. It is a totally unscientific and emotional form of magic, but it does get results — of an extremely temporary nature.

We should enjoy this summer, flower by flower, as if it were to be the last one we’ll see.

Dallas is a huge city. Great shopping, great restaurants, great museums.

When the intelligent and animal souls are held together in one embrace, they can be kept from separating.

To know anything about oneself one must know all about others.

Oh, pity the poor glutton Whose troubles all begin In struggling on and on to turn What's out into what's in.