“I met my old lover on the street last night, she seemed glad to see me.”

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.

The phrasing didn’t work as well.

Believing I had supernatural powers, I slammed into a brick wall.

Artie is a singer, and I’m a writer and player and a singer. We didn’t work together on a creative level and prepare the songs. I did that.

Losing love is like a window in your heart.

Cleanse the mirror of your heart, and you will see God.

We all inhabit our lives, in different ways to some degree. We see ourselves a certain way, and based on how we see ourselves, that’s how we see the world.

Can you imagine what it would be like to all of a sudden see another color that nobody else sees?

Faith is the act of seeing beyond the religion of possibility of the senses, the mind and the intelligence.

It’s better to see God in everything than to try to figure it out.

The whole universe is our home and all residing in it belong to our family… instead of trying to see God in a particular appearance, it is better to see him in everything.

If we see the body we live in as a temple used to engage in beautiful activities in the service of God’s children, then we recognize it as spiritual. But if we use our body for more selfish purposes, then we’re only experiencing its material conception.

Ultimately when I am with you all, what I see is my Guru. And what is he? He is love.