When you can write music that endures, bravo. Until then, keep quiet and study the work of those who can.

Because beautiful things never last. Not roses nor snow… And not fireworks, either

Most of the mess that is called history comes about because kings and presidents cannot be satisfied with a nice chicken and a good loaf of bread.

For mad I may be, but I will never be convenient.

History is a Rorschach test, people. What you see when you look at it tells you as much about yourself as it does about the past.

Together in our house, in the firelight, we are the world made small.

Hope is the crystal meth of emotions. It hooks you fast and kills you hard.

The greenest of pastures are right here on earth.

He's wearing boots, a kilt, and a long-sleeve tee. No coat, even though it's December. Beautiful people don't need coats. They've got their auras to keep them warm.

I'm wishing he could see that music lives. Forever. That it's stronger than death. Stronger than time. And that its strength holds you together when nothing else can.

She's got a big belt around her hips. It has a shiny buckle with PRADA on it, which is Italian for insecure.

Everyone, when they are young, knows what their destiny is. At that point in their lives, everything is clear and everything is possible.

Whales are killed today to supply the limited demand for whale meat or to be used in pet foods or as fodder for fur-bearing animals used in the fur trade.

You have to become involved to make an impact. No one is impressed with the won/loss record of the referee.

Everybody has a capacity for a happy life. All these talks about how difficult times we live in, that's just a clever way to justify fear and laziness.

I don't understand why people aren't a little more generous with each other.

Each day I see all about me the fruits of commandment-keeping.

The real problem is arranging that experience in a way that tells a story, which is just incredible enough to be interesting, but credible enough to be believed.

What do little birdies see when they get knocked unconscious?

When you were born, you cried and everybody else was happy. The only question that matters is this - when you die, will you be happy when everybody else is crying?

What can I but enumerate old themes?