The future hovered in front of her, and she rode Cruise towards it, her hands steady on the reins and her head among the clouds.

Never tell her that something is impossible, because she'll kill herself proving you wrong.

Goodbye, " she told him, running her hand across his broad back one last time. "I love you. And I'll never, ever stop missing you.

Stop the tape, cut the paper! I will just write another poem and grab a microphone and push record again!

What do you do when your head - your imagination is filled with tales to last a hundred lifetimes?You focus on the really good ones!

Become aware of internal, subjective, sub-verbal experiences, so that these experiences can be brought into the world of abstraction.

I've got a feeling that music might not be the most interesting place to be in the world of things.

It is already too late to avoid mass starvation.

I'm not looking at anything now. I'll look at it at the time. What I have seen, what I've seen is so bad.

You know, people always ask, 'What are you like offstage?' And I always say, 'Well, I'm completely normal and mellow.'

Our enemies come nearer the truth in the opinions they form of us than we do in our opinion of ourselves.

Women are called womanly only when they regard themselves as existing solely for the use of men.

I would prefer to have invented a machine that people could use and that would help farmers with their work - for example a lawnmower.