“No one dare disturb the sound of silence.”

After all those years of automatic success, you don’t get nervous any more. It’s really necessary to be nervous and be a little bit frightened. It pumps the adrenalin into you and you really get down there and try.

The abstract music is just more interesting because it doesn’t really have anything to say, but if it is good, it creates thoughts and feelings, and I enjoy that. For me, once the music creates those thoughts and feelings, I begin to write a song about it.

Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio? A nation turns its lonely eyes to you.

People ask how I feel about getting old. I tell them I have the same question. I’m learning as I go.

The course of a lifetime runs/over and over again.

People often called us perfectionists, but we were not looking for perfection. We were looking for some kind of magic in the music.

There are two sorts of people in the world: Those who listen and those who are thinking about what they are going to say next.

I’m laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone, Going home, where the new york city winters aren’t bleedin’ me.

Time it was And what a time it was, it was A time of innocence A time of confidences Long ago it must be I have a photograph Preserve your memories They’re all that’s left you.

There must be 50 ways to leave your lover.

All lies and jests, still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.

I’ve got a reason to believe we all be received in Graceland, Graceland, Memphis Tennessee.

I regret the ending of our friendship and hope one day before we die, we’ll make peace with each other . . . No rush.

It was easier than explaining DiMaggio’s use as a metaphor.

And so you see I have come to doubt -All that I once held as true ~ I stand alone without beliefs -The only truth I know is you

You want to be a writer, don’t know how or when? Find a quiet place, use a humble pen.

He dares confront the time, And speak the truth, and give the world no rest No kingly threat can cowardize his breath, He with majestic step goes forth to meet his death.

Dare to love yourself

A wooded winter trail awaits, no footprints pressed upon the snow – a path I dared not once to take but now – I must go.

If any one dares today I am in pain.

I dare you to change your story. I dare you to build your world again. I dare you.

A cowardly populace which will dare nothing beyond talk.

In wine, there’s truth.

One must dare to be happy.