I want to die while you love me, While yet you hold me fair, While laughter lies upon my lips, And lights are in my hair.

Your world is as big as you make it.

Rise with the hour for which you were made.

I've learned of life this bitter truth Hope not between the crumbling walls Of mankind's gratitude to find repose, But rather, Build within thy own soul Fortresses!

The strong demand, contend, prevail; the beggar is a fool.

Is there not a way by which the man who can think can be enabled to have time to think?

I'm folding up my little dreams Within my heart tonight, And praying I may soon forget The torture of their sight.

The heart of a woman falls back with the night, / And enters some alien cage in its plight, / And tries to forget it has dreamed of the stars / While it breaks, breaks, breaks on the sheltering bars.

I battered the cordons around me And cradled my wings on the breeze, Then soared to the uttermost reaches With rapture, with power, with ease!

Your world is as big as you make it.I know, for I used to abideIn the narrowest nest in a corner, My wings pressing close to my side.

It is more substantial to represent a purpose, rather than just a title.

We're not used to seeing movies, especially with physical action, when it isn't the man who comes in to save the day.

Everything is the same spirit watching itself through the eyes of different observers.

Love isn’t perfect. It’s hard work and sometimes it’s more effort to be in love than it is to just run away. If you keep looking for perfect, the real thing is going to pass right by you.

The beauty of all these years of singing the anthem is that I got a chance to meet athletes that I love, and there was a mutual respect.

You don't improvise with a Cameron Crowe script.

I'm approaching a period in my life though where I'd like to be totally absorbed into music, doing concerts, writing something. Basically, that IS what I am doing.

You either care or you don’t.

Make me remember you like you remember me.

Never, ever rest on your laurels. Today's laurels are tomorrow's compost.