“The sun’s down and the moon’s pretty – it’s time to ramble.”

Music should be something that makes you gotta move, inside or outside.

Rock and roll music, if you like it, if you feel it, you can’t help but move to it. That’s what happens to me. I can’t help it.’

There’s no job too immense, when you got confidence.

I don’t like people who are in politics for themselves and not for others. You want that, you can go into show business.

The image is one thing and the human being is another. It’s very hard to live up to an image, put it that way.

Live each day, as if it we’re your last. It’s written in the stars, your destiny is cast.

When I first saw you with your smile so tender, my heart was captured, my soul surrendered.

The child needs a helping hand or he’ll grow up to be an angry young man some day.

Where could I go but to the Lord?

Love is a thing you never can share.

When I was a child I was a dreamer. I read comic books, and I was the hero of the comic book. I saw movies, and I was the hero in the movie. So every dream I have ever dreamed has come true a thousand times.

A little less conversation, a little more action.

There is a season for everything, patience will reward you and reveal all answers to your questions.

I’ve spent a life time waiting for the right time, now that you’re near, the time is here at last.

Fame and fortune, how empty they can be.

I’m so nervous. I’ve always been nervous, ever since I was a kid.

Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.

Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.

Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.

Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.