“The music is the message, the message is the music.”

I was desperately unhappy trying to adjust to the world.

I’d never be able to see the shore.

Teach them to think, ‘I’m not stupid’. No child wants to fail. Everyone wants to succeed.

So that’s my little ministry that the Big Man upstairs gave to me – a little ministry called love and happiness.

Some people believe that fairness comes with obeying the rules. I’m one of those people.

I’m not religious in any formal sense, not in any God sense.

In my own mind, I was sort of a desperate kid.

And it occurs to me that if I were aboard a rowboat floating in the middle of all the beer I’ve drunk in a lifetime,

I started writing when I was about thirteen.

I don’t think I do have a soul.

What they have forgotten they have forgotten: what they meant to do instead of fall is not in earth or time recoverable the fossils of intention, the shapes of rot.

Uneasily the leaves fall at this season, forgetting what to do or where to go; the red amnesiacs of autumn drifting thru the graveyard forest.

If I could live my life all over I’d do everything the same; the film in my camera would remain the same; there’s no way lord, to leave this love behind.

Pakistan’s being an ally and helping the United States, we ought to show

I’m thankful for every moment.

I did a whole concert in Atlanta with my fly open, and I had a black suit on and a white shirt. My white shirt was protruding from the fly.

If in our hearts we really don’t believe that God loves us as we are, if we are still tainted by the lie that we can do something to make God love us more, we are rejecting the message of the cross.

If you have a sharp bold economic message, you can unite everybody.

Someday a loving Hand will be laid upon our shoulder and this brief message will be given: “Come home.

Those with a grateful mindset tend to see the message in the mess. And even though life may knock them down, the grateful find reasons, if even small ones, to get up.

An economic message, an economic platform unites the factory worker in Scranton, the young woman in Los Angeles struggling to pay her college debt and the single mom in Buffalo who’s on minimum wage.

It was so much easier to connect with my fans when I was smaller. I could answer every message, and I enjoyed that.

Dancers are the messengers of the gods.

We all have a life story and a message that can inspire others to live a better life or run a better business. Why not use that story and message to serve others and grow a real business doing it?