“There have been a lotta tough guys. There have been pretenders. And there have been contenders. But there is only one king.”

It’s a town full of losers And I’m pulling out of here to win.

I think life goes through a cycle of losing and refinding yourself all the time. Everyone has disappointments all the time, some of them pretty small, some of them pretty big.

Somehow all you ever need’s never really quite enough.

If you have written really well, people will swear that it happened to you.

We’ve got no fairytale ending, in God’s hands our fate is complete. Your heaven’s here in my heart, our love’s this dust beneath my feet.

Success makes life easier. It doesn’t make living easier.

So let’s take the good times as they go and I’ll meet you further on up the road.

She kissed me just right, like only a lonely angel can.

Don’t take yourself too seriously. And take yourself as seriously as death itself.

It’s a fairytale so tragic there’s no prince to break the spell. I don’t believe in magic, but for you I will.

Being an artist is this kind of occupation in which you have to make people care about your obsession.

Now everyone dreams of a love faithful and true, But you and I know what this world can do. So let’s make our steps clear so the other may see. And I’ll wait for you…should I fall behind wait for me.

Show a little faith there is magic in the night. You ain’t a beauty, but hey you’re alright, and that’s alright with me.

The first thing that I do when I come out every night is to look at the faces in front of me, very individually.

All people have is hope. That’s what brings the next day and whatever that day may bring. A hope grounded in the real world of living, friendship, work, family.

At the end of every hard day, people find some reason to believe.

The honest man, though e’er sae poor, Is king o’ men, for a’ that!

How small of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.

The year 1999, seventh month, from Heaven will come a great king of terror: to bring back to life the great King of Angolmois. Before and after Mars to reign by good luck.

The year 1999, seventh month, from the sky will come a great King of Terror. To bring back to life the great King of the Mongols, before and after Mars to reign by good luck.

What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?

He who reigns within himself and rules passions, desires, and fears is more than a king.

The spirit of the kingdom undermines its defenses. People will rise against the king. A new peace is made; holy laws deteriorate. Paris has never before found herself in such dire straits.

To the Spains will come a very powerful king, by land and sea subjugating the South; This will cause harm, lowering again the crescent, clipping the wings of those of Friday.