When you were a kid, a day was a long time and a year was a long time

I don't know much, but I know I love you... that may be all there is to know.

I was raised Catholic, but my father's people were Methodist, so we went to both churches.

Until I went to rehab, I didn't understand what it did.

Every morning I wake up and thank God.

It's a 360-degree sound experience. Like you're in the middle of the band. A lot of people have the technology to play the format, so why not put it out there. It sounds great.

I really like listening to music in my car.

I was very surprised when I heard that I had been chosen to receive the James Cardinal Gibbons Award.

The extras are a nice bonus feature, but the main incentive is the musical experience.

So now I have a collection of poetry by Aaron Neville and I give it to people I want to share it with. I'd like to publish it someday.

I owe it all to Jesus.

Start ignoring people who threaten your joy. Literally, ignore them. Say nothing. Don’t invite any parts of them into your space.

I've got a kid in Africa that I feed, that I clothe, that I school, that I inoculate for 75 cents a day. Which is practically nothing compared to what it cost to send him there.

I hope that this [hacking] does not continue to be viewed purely through a partisan lens.I think there are Republicans as well as Democrats who are concerned about this.

There's this incredible pressure, especially on teens, to be perfect, look right, have the right clothes, date the right people, get into the right school, have the right home life, and so on.

Telling someone he looks healthy isn't a compliment -- it's a second opinion.

What I keep searching for in movies, more and more, is the right gravity.

I love people who are complicated, and I love playing people who are complicated.

Books were to my family's house like beds and stoves, the most basic items, necessary for survival

Once again, I think there is little art being done that really owns up to such intense possibilities.

The others wolves would devour me if they could know that my roar is, in reality, a crying.