“Take me. I’m an ordinary player in the key of C. And my will was broken by my pride and my vanity. Who’s gonna love you when you’re looks are gone? God will. Like he waters the flowers on your window sill.”

I was eating in a Chinese restaurant downtown. There was a dish called Mother and Child Reunion. It’s chicken and eggs. And I said, I gotta use that one.

There’s something about the sound of a train that’s very romantic and nostalgic and hopeful.

It’s actually very difficult to make something both simple and good.

All I’ve got to do today is smile.

We work our jobs, collect our pay, believe were gliding down the highway, when in fact we’re slip sliding away.

Time, time, time, see what’s become of me, While I looked around, For my possibilities; I was so hard to please

Take two bodies and you twirl them into one, their hearts and their bones, and they won’t come undone.

Was a sunny day, not a cloud in the sky. Not a negative word was heard.

Given all the facts that I’m young and I’m in good health and I’m famous – that I have talent, I have money – given all these facts, I want to know why I’m so unhappy.

I would be willing to do almost anything to make Art happy. I care about our friendship. The only thing I won’t do is change the essence of my work.

You know, life is what you make of it- so beautiful or so what.

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.

All my friends are super normal.

I didn’t want to be a loser, but I didn’t want to fit in at the same time because I don’t like just being ordinary. So it’s one of those situations where I always kept my head up.

Little events, ordinary things, smashed and reconstituted. Suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.

Self-deprecation is not an answer to keeping one’s balance. I think that it’s very damaging.

An independant reality in the ordinary physical sense can neither be ascribed to the phenomenon nor to the agencies of observation.

Find joy in the ordinary.

One of the chief symptoms of every revolution is the sharp and sudden increase in the number of ordinary people who take an active, independent and forceful interest in politics.

And now, we look back at what was normal, and we find that normal isn’t always good or right; No. Normal, is whatever has been spent with us, the longest time. And that in itself is not a valid reason for it to stay.