“Take these broken wings and learn to fly.”

If You can play Your stuff in a pub, then You´re a good band.

There are two things John and I always do when we’re going to sit down and write a song. First of all we sit down. Then we think about writing a song.

Love doesn’t come in a minute, sometimes it doesn’t come at all.

We can work it out. Life is very short, and there’s no time for fussing and fighting, my friend.

I doubt very much if The Beatles would have happened if it was not for Elvis.

If slaughterhouses had glass walls, everyone would be a vegetarian.

Think globally, act locally.

The beatles were always a great band. nothing more nothing less.

We got into music to avoid a job, and get lots of girls.

Nothing pleases me more than to go into a room and come out with a piece of music.

I support decriminalisation. People are smoking pot anyway and to make them into criminals is wrong. It’s when you’re in jail you really become a criminal.

I love to hear a choir. I love the humanity. To see the faces of real people devoting themselves to a piece of music. I like the teamwork. It makes me feel optimistic about the human race when I see them cooperating like that.

If you love your life, everybody will love you too.

I can’t manage without homeopathy. In fact, I never go anywhere without homeopathic remedies. I often make use of them.

There’s nothing as glamorous to me as a record store.

The willow turns his back on inclement weather. And if he can do it, we can do it.

I was told I could break free if I wanted to. That my wings would mend with time. But how can I mend a part of me that was never built to weather a storm?

The life of faith is not a life of mounting up with wings, but a life of walking and not fainting.

All those golden autumn days the sky was full of wings. Wings beating low over the blue water of Silver Lake, wings beating high in the blue air far above it bearing them all away to the green fields in the South.

A lot of the guys were like that – Oscar Pettiford – they just took me under their wing, and that’s why I automatically help young people. I just love it, because they did that for me.

Have patience to walk with short steps until you have wings to fly.

Theology is ignorance with wings.

I would give wings to children, but I would leave it to them to learn how to fly by themselves.

We must especially beware of that small group of selfish men who would clip the wings of the American Eagle in order to feather their own nests.