You get into your late fifties, people start falling like flies all around you. I don't take life for granted any more. I'm really glad to be here.

You and I will meet again, When we're least expecting it, One day in some far off place, I will recognize your face, I won't say goodbye my friend, For you and I will meet again.

You belong among the wildflowers You belong in a boat out at sea You belong with your love on your arm You belong somewhere you feel free

Buy me a drink, sing me a song; take me as I come, cause I can't stay long.

Go after what you really love and find a way to make that work for you, and then you'll be a happy person.

Do something you really like, and hopefully it pays the rent. As far as I'm concerned, that's success.

You belong somewhere you feel free.

Music really isn’t supposed to be perfect. It’s all about people relating to each other and doing something that’s really from the soul. It must come from the soul.

The waiting is the hardest part, every day you get one more yard. You take it on faith, you take it to the heart, the waiting is hardest part.

You were the one who made things different, you were the one who took me in. You were the one thing I could count on, above all, you were my friend.

Running down a dream... working on a mystery... going wherever it leads.

Laughter is magic that dispenses clouds and creates sunshine in the soul.

From her perch more than a kilometer aboveground, she surveys the city that never sleeps, glittering and coruscating in the rain like a metaphor for her glamorous life.

You got secrets you better keepTake flight before she cuts you deep- Sam's song

I don't listen to the radio in the car, and I do that because I don't want to be influenced.

There is nothing I would change - to change it I would have had to write a totally different book.

Love is to the heart what the summer is to the farmer's year. It brings to harvest all the loveliest flowers of the soul.

I think that chain stores in general are really super depressing and I think it really sucks the life out of a city such as San Francisco.

A picture should be the expression of the will of the painter.

And what causes fear? Ignorance of our own nature.