Oh, she takes care of herself. She can wait if she wants. She's ahead of her time. Oh, and she never gives out. And she never gives in. She just changes her mind.

Dream on, but don't imagine they'll all come true. When will you realize... Vienna waits for you.

Musicians want to be the loud voice for so many quiet hearts.

I think music in itself is healing. It's an explosive expression of humanity. It's something we are all touched by. No matter what culture we're from, everyone loves music.

I've come to realize that life is not a musical comedy, it's a Greek tragedy.

I am no longer afraid of becoming lost, because the journey back always reveals something new, and that is ultimately good for the artist.

Only the good die young.

I could walk away from anyone I ever knew, but I can't walk away from you.

Some folks like to get away Take a holiday from the neighborhood. Hop a flight to Miami Beach Or to Hollywood But I'm talking a Greyhound On the Hudson River Line. I'm in a New York state of mind.

In an age of incompetence, I've been able to last in this crazy business. I actually know how to play my ax and write a song. That's my job.

I did write a letter to the archdiocese who'd banned the song, Only the Good Die Young, asking them to ban my next record.

I give away examples!

I've never done a big studio film, I've only ever done little ones.

We make our customs lightly; once made, like our sins, they grip us in bands of steel; we become the creatures of our creation.

Knowledge is not enough to get desired results. You must have the more elusive ability to teach and to motivate. This defines a leader; if you can't teach and you can't motivate, you can't lead.

I frequently do drive carpool in the clothes I slept in, because it's impossible to get three children out the door with lunches packed and all that stuff and have a do.

Celebrate yourself. Follow your passions and eccentricities, because they are yours alone. You are unique! If everyone did that, I'm pretty sure there would be world peace.

In Winter the bare boughs that seem to sleep Work covertly, preparing for their Spring.

To himself everyone is immortal; he may know that he is going to die, but he can never know that he is dead.

So we found the end of our journey. So we stood, alive in the river of light, Among the creatures of light, creatures of light.

I really wasn't equipped to be a writer when I left Oxford. But then I set out to learn. I've always had the highest regard for the craft. I've always felt it was work.