“You and your oven are capable of great things,Remember, no two ovens are the same.”

That’s just a part of being an artist: you can’t write great stuff all the time, because if you did, then you’d be inhuman. The human side of people is that sometimes they fail.

I really appreciate my performing so much better, as I get older. I don’t take it for granted anymore. I really relish it and love it.

My mantra is if you raise money, don’t waste it.

What a scandal, if I die. Yeah, I’m gonna kill myself, get a little headline news.

It seems to me, sorry seems to be the hardest word.

If you write great songs with meaning and emotion, they will last for ever because songs are the key to everything.

Unless you show off you’re not going to get noticed.

Talk to each other. Never go to bed when you’re angry with each other. Lady Antonia Frasier who was married to Harold Pinter said they never went to bed on an argument.

I’m a juvenile product of the working class, who’s best friend floats in the bottom of a glass.

I think Jesus was a compassionate, super-intelligent gay man who understood human problems.

I never thought of myself as being handsome or good-looking or whatever.

The worst thing you can do to a child, and I’ve seen it happen so many times, is the silver spoon.

Love is the key we must turn, truth is the flame we must burn.

I had to learn how to function as a human being. And I really enjoyed that process.

Fame attracts lunatics.

You don’t know being a performer what kind of performance you’re going to give. You know you can give a certain quality of performance, but as I grow older I’m much more content in my own skin because when I come offstage, I have a balance in my life.

Same dress different battlefield.

The person I am in the company of my sisters has been entirely different from the person I am in the company of other people. Fearless, powerful, surprising, moved as I otherwise am only when I write.

How different each death is, and yet it leads us into the self-same country, that country which we inhabit so rarely, where we see the worthlessness of what we have long pursued and will so soon return to pursuing.

The same image that I have of all the countries where I am supposed to go: it’s far, it’s different, it will be necessarily complicated, It’s another part of the world for me coming from the United States.

For those who want some proof that physicists are human, the proof is in the idiocy of all the different units which they use for measuring energy.

I wonder why it is that we find some days so much more oppressive than others, for no apparent reason. Is it growing pains – or spiritual trial? Once they’re over, the world looks quite a different place again.

I feel I’m at the end of something – everything is going to be different – and terrible.

Doing good and being good; are two different things. The first is a shirt we put on, take off. The latter is our skin.