“What’s money? A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do.”

Don’t criticize what you can’t understand.

This land is your land and this land is my land, sure, but the world is run by those that never listen to music anyway.

Everybody’s wearing a disguise, to hide what they’ve got left behind their eyes.

Peace is the time it takes to reload your rifle.

The real power is in the hands of small groups of people and I don’t think they have titles.

People seldom do what they believe in. They do what is convenient, then repent.

Your mind is a your temple, keep it beautiful and free. Don’t let an egg get laid in it by something you can’t see.

Half of the people can be part right all of the time, Some of the people can be all right part of the time. I think Abraham Lincoln said that. ‘I’ll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours,’ I said that.

You don’t necessarily have to write to be a poet. Some people work in gas stations and they’re poets. I don’t call myself a poet, because I don’t like the word. I’m a trapeze artist.

A mistake is to commit a misunderstanding.

Experience teaches us that silence terrifies people the most.

Music attracts the angels in the universe.

If you need somebody you can trust, trust yourself

Strange how people who suffer together have stronger connections than those who are most content.

I don’t think the human mind can comprehend the past and the future. They are both just illusions that can manipulate you into thinking there’s some kind of change.

Creativity has a lot to do with the main idea. Inspiration is what comes when you are dealing with the idea. But inspiration won’t invite what’s not there to begin with.

The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the Year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying.

And when thou art weary I’ll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.

Keep a note pad and pencil on your bedside table. Million-dollar ideas sometimes strike at 3 A.M.

My bedroom is my sanctuary. It’s like a refuge, and it’s where I do a fair amount of designing – at least conceptually, if not literally.

Now the two primal Spirits, who reveal themselves in vision as Twins, are the Better and the Bad, in thought and word and action. Between these two the wise ones chose aright; the foolish not so.

My second favorite household chore is ironing. My first being hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint.

His voice was as intimate as the rustle of sheets.

Being married means I can break wind and eat ice cream in bed.