Rivera rubbed his temples. "Satan told you to do it?" he said wearily."No.""Elvis?""I told you, it's supernatural.

He was a writer and words were his weapons.

I've won Satan's lottery.

She doesn't understand that a writer is a special creature--that I'm different from everyone else. I'm not saying I'm superior to other people, just more sensitive, I guess.

You sure about this writer thing son?

Why write a song when no one can play the notes or understand the lyrics?

Andrew Lloyd Webber's version of the Kool-Aid jingle is at once chilling and evocative. Donny Osmond is brilliant as James Jones.

I think one of the reasons we have children is to believe everything all over again. And I'm not talking Santa, here, either.

When the soul is ruffled by the remains of one passion, it is more disposed to entertain a new one than when it is entirely curedand at rest from all.

The universe is then one, infinite, immobile. ... It is not capable of comprehension and therefore is endless and limitless, and to that extent infinite and indeterminable, and consequently immobile.

Music is about imagination. It's about thought. It's about creating something from nothing.

I doubt God keeps track of how many arguments we win; God may indeed keep track of how well we love.

You get perspective on things when you're away from your child, and in a way, your love for them becomes even deeper.

Nature's law, That man was made to mourn. Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn! O Death, the poor man's dearest friend, The kindest and the best!

On a few words of what is real in the world I nourish myself. I defend myself against Whatever remains.

The garden, historically, is the place where all the senses are exploited. Not just the eye, but the ear - with water, with birds. And there is texture, too, in plants you long to touch.

I played with the Birmingham Black Barons. I was making 500 at 14. That was a lot of money in those days.