“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.”

Gonna be a twister to blow everything down That ain’t got the faith to stand its ground. Blow away the dreams that tear you apart. Blow away the dreams that break your heart. Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted.

You can beat the drum so hard that people stop listening. I wanted to use my voice wisely and not expend it wastefully.

Well I got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk.

Nobody wins unless everybody wins.

The life of a rock & roll band will last as long as you can look down into the audience and see yourself.

Is a dream a lie if it don’t come true? Or is it something worse?

Just sitting around waiting for my life to begin, while it was all just slipping away.

Tonight I’m stepping lightly and I’m feeling no pain.

Music was my way of keeping people from looking through and around me. I wanted the heavies to know I was around.

The hungry and the haunted explode in a rock’n’roll band.

Show a little faith, there’s magic in the night.

Outside the street’s on fire in a real death waltz between what’s flesh and what’s fantasy.

Adult life is dealing with an enormous amount of questions that don’t have answers. So I let the mystery settle into my music. I don’t deny anything, I don’t advocate anything, I just live with it.

God have mercy on the man who doubts what he’s sure of.

You’ve got to learn to live with what you can’t rise above.

The future is now. Roll up your sleeves and let your passion flow. The country we carry in our hearts is waiting.

The thing with film and theater is that you always know the story so you can play certain cues in each scene with the knowledge that you know where the story’s going to end and how it’s going to go. But on television nobody knows what’s going to happen, even the writers.

I saw someone peeing in Jermym Street the other day. I thought, is this the end of civilization as we know it? Or is it simply someone peeing in Jermyn Street?

But in truth, life turns out to be more like the patchwork cloths-bits and pieces, odds and ends-people, places, things we never expected, never wanted, perhaps.

Custard pie humour is fairly universal, but at the other end, which I’m more interested in, there’s the humour that hovers on the darkness, that walks in the shadow of something else, not always that obvious.

Because it’s bad enough not getting what you want, but it’s even worse to have an idea of what it is you want and find out at the end of the journey that it isn’t, in fact, what you wanted all along.

Never give up your day job. I do all sorts of things, but at the end of the day, it all boils down to The Today Show,

After 40 (old age for most of man’s history), one should strive to be more or less packed and ready to go were the end call to come.

But more important since 1967 when the war was, ended in the defeat of some Arab countries.