“I’m only lookin’ for a fantasy, an interlude from reality.”

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.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned about women, which I try to pass on to my boys, it’s listening. Listen to the other side of the story first.

You can be with one of the most beautiful women in the world and still be unhappy.

The secret is to moisturize the face. I’ve been doing that since I was 17 years old. (on looking young)

I can definitely say the older I’ve got the better I’ve become at being a dad and a husband.

I’ll tell you what I love. Sending back bottles of wine that aren’t right in restaurants in France! Whoa! I love the French, but I do find their wine snobbery something unbearable.

My heart ‘s in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart ‘s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.

Perhaps we’ve never been visited by aliens because they have looked upon earth and decided there’s no sign of intelligent life.

But nothing is more insidious than the evolution of wishes from mere fancies, and of wants from mere wishes.

I have always thought that these two ways of talking, one is the fantastic, the fable, the fairy tale, and the other being history, the scholarly study of what happened, I think they’re both amazing ways to understand human nature.

If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical.

Among the great struggles of man-good/evil, reason/unreason, etc.-there is also this mighty conflict between the fantasy of Home and the fantasy of Away, the dream of roots and the mirage of the journey.

You know what a miracle is. Not what Bakunin said. But another world’s intrusion into this one. Most of the time we coexist peacefully, but when we do touch there’s cataclysm.

But with a sigh he had released her hand, while she was so lost in the fantasy that she hadn’t felt it go away, as if he’d known the best moment to let go.