We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams... Yet we are the movers and shakers of the world for ever, it seems.

We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams.

A breath of our inspiration / Is the life of each generation.

O precious is the pause between the winds that come and go, / And sweet the silence of the shores between the ebb and flow.

But on one man's soul it hath broken, / A light that doth not depart; / And his look, or a word he hath spoken, / Wrought flame in another man's heart.

For each age is a dream that is dying, Or one that is coming to birth.

One man with a dream at pleasure Shall go forth and conquer a crown And three with a new song's measure Can trample an empire down.

It is impossible for a man to outpace his shadow.

Love in the service of self is greed in disguise.

Nature when she invented manufactured and patented her authors contrived to make critics out of the chips that were left.

I write from real life. I am an unrepentant eavesdropper and a collector of stories. I record bits of overheard dialogue.

I think it's hilarious when middle-aged white men try to take themselves seriously. It makes me laugh.

The Divine flow that wants to move through me requires stillness.

There's always elements of danger in New York but people are always out on the street. I don't feel scared there at all.

Unacceptable, maybe. But not unthinkable. Nothing's unthinkable once somebody's thought it.

Self-deception can be more comforting than self-knowledge. We like to fool ourselves.

There's always another story. There's more than meets the eye.