“You’re in my heart, you’re in my soul. You’ll be my breath, should I grow old.”

I’m going where my heart will take me, I’ve got faith to believe I can do anything I’ve got strength of the soul, And no one’s gonna bend or break me, I can reach any star I’ve got faith I’ve got faith, Faith of the heart.

Love is just a hole in the wall.

You go through life wondering what is it all about but at the end of the day it’s all about family.

How can my son not be straight after all I’ve said and done for him?

One of my daughters was a bit flat-chested, so she had implants and she’s got a lovely pair now. I see nothing wrong with it.

Half the battle is selling music, not singing it. It’s the image, not what you sing.

I think I was always looking for that perfect woman, who obviously doesn’t exist. I wanted to be married. I wanted more kids. I’m a family man, at heart.

You’ve got to have this burning desire in your chest to succeed.

The first cut is the deepest.

I hated singing and getting up in front of crowds.

I have enough music coming out of my kids’ bedrooms when I’m at home.

I’ve never been more in love with anyone nearly half my age than I am today. I’d get married in a minute if I weren’t still married to somebody else.

There is this power that comes with being famous.

I’m gonna make love to you like fifteen men.

I have lived a great life. I am very happy.

Carrying 200 pounds of velvet and satin around a stage for 90 minutes – that’s man’s work, let me tell you.

Should you find the most convenient way of breathing, it will not make you feel more alive.

I am mystic bones and a curious heart. Pain and joy and stardust skin. A sacred soul container. Time and space and matter and illusion. Expansion and contraction. A breathing universe.

The moment we take our last breath on earth, we take our first in heaven.

When you’re feeling exhausted and completely out of breath, turn and fall into his arms and you will find your rest.

How mundane it is for us to realize that we are all breathing under the same sky.

CO2 is the exhaling breath of our civilization, literally… Changing that pattern requires a scope, a scale, a speed of change that is beyond what we have done in the past.

Prayer shouldn’t be casual or sporadic, dictated only by the needs of the moment. Prayer should be as much a part of our lives as breathing.

In the end, it all comes down to the art of breathing.