“There are things I could say. But I don’t.”

If you want to keep your memories, you first have to live them.

Steal a little and they throw you in jail Steal a lot and they make you king.

It’s not important what other people call you. If you yourself know you’re a fake, that’s tougher to live with.

All I can do is be me, whoever that is.

I’ll remember you. When I’ve forgotten all the rest.You to me were true. You to me were the best.

Take care of all your memories. For you cannot relive them.

I was born a long way from where I belong and I am on my way home.

Everything passes, Everything changes, Just do what you think you should do.

One should never be where one does not belong.

You can always come back, but you can’t come back all the way.

All this talk about equality. The only thing people really have in common is that they are all going to die.

Technology to wipe out truth is now available. Not everybody can afford it but it’s available. When the cost comes down, look out!

I change during the course of a day. I wake and I’m one person, and when I go to sleep I know for certain I’m somebody else.

Sometimes you just have to bite your upper lip and put sunglasses on.

Behind every beautiful thing, there’s some kind of pain.

I became interested in folk music because I had to make it somehow.

Every now and then I hear voices in my head, but not very clear. I can’t understand what they are saying. It’s a mental illness. I have been diagnosed as a manic depressive.

I am not a public speaker and never will be.

Your inner voice is the voice of divinity. To hear it, we need to be in solitude, even in crowded places.

I get off on hearing other people’s voices. I like voices: they’re my favourite things on records.

I was so shy and so quiet, and the only time I had my own voice and I could really connect with people was when I was singing or on stage.

Women should not let anybody take them for a ride. If they face such things, they should talk about it.

Experience has taught me to tell the difference between a man that wants to tame me, mute my voice and claim me, and a man that is bold enough to let me be free.

I sing in five or six different voices that are all part of me. Its not contrived.