“The blues he sends to meet me, won’t defeat me. It won’t be long til happiness steps up to greet me.”

Raindrops keep fallin’ on my head. But that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turning red. Crying’s not for me. Cause I ain’t gonna stop the rain by complaining.

I’m never gonna stop the rain by complaining, because I’m free, nothing’s worrying me.

Nobody’s irreplaceable, including me. I think for too long we’ve had a cult of personality in this company and in this industry, and frankly, I’d like to see that diminish.

I don’t care if you’re obscene, filthy, horrendous — as long as you’re honest.

If you thought Stairway to Heaven was a long song, dear god you should listen to it played on a lute.

Why is it possible to rescue S&L buccaneers in the early ’90s and provide guidance to levered Wall Street investment bankers during the 1998 long-term capital management crisis, yet throw 2 million homeowners to the wolves in 2007?

As long as our consciousness is materialistic, there is no room for joy. However on the spiritual platform three things automatically happen: eternity, knowledge and bliss.

Long before I was a star, I was a fan.

I think we’ve missed a trick there. We could develop wheat with the properties of Velcro… to catch whatever it is that’s forming those crop circles! But then the spaceship would have to have the corresponding Velcro, so it’s a bit of a long shot.

It wasn’t long before people discovered the final horrors of letting an urchin into Parliament.