Some people have everything Other people don't But everything don't mean a thing If it ain't the thing you want

It's linkage I'm talking about, and harmonies and structures, And all the various things that lock our wrists to the past.

The music of memory has its own pitch,/which not everyone hears.

It’s up there, and you can see the front of it. But what it is isn’t what you’re looking at. It’s behind what you’re looking at.

How sweet the past is, no matter how wrong, or how sad. How sweet is yesterday's noise

It may not be written in any book, but it is written - You can't go back, you can't repeat the unrepeatable.

If you want great tranquility/ It's hard work and a long walk

Poetry is the dark side of the moon.

Our dreams are luminous, a cast fire upon the world. Morning arrives and that's it. Sunlight darkens the earth.

The ache for anything is a thick dust in the heart.

Everyone knows this. The voyage into the interior is all that matters, Whatever your ride.

One of the most difficult things I ever did was learn to support myself through my whole range of emotional experiences without running away.

My hobbies are mountain biking, horseback riding and packing, canoeing and kayaking, hiking, camping, cooking, and skiing.

The man who raises a fist has run out of ideas.

I see only the ideal. But no ideals have ever been fully successful on this earth.

No matter what your sexual preference or gender, no one likes a man who is fussy about his looks. You can spend as much time as you want looking good. But don't do it in public.

I have to work hard and organize myself so that I'm present and not a slacker.

I may be a public figure, but really, I'm just like a guy who could be in your family and have some difficult things happen to him.

Turnarounds seldom turn.

There's a pretty woman for ever lucky man in the world: every man in the world is a lucky man if he only knew it, so why waste time?