“It’s nine o’clock on a Saturday, the regular crowd shuffles in / There’s an old man sitting next to me making love to his tonic and gin / He says, ‘Son, can you play me a memory?”

There are people who have lost every trace of human kindness.

We all end in the ocean. We all start in the streams. We’re all carried along, by the river of dreams.

I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints – the sinners are much more fun.

…And you’re the only one who knows.

You can walk away from your mistakes You can turn your back on what you do Just a little smile is all it takes And you can have your cake and eat it too.

You want to give people a reason to hate my guts more? I’m making more money.

Even when I stop performing or stop making records I won’t stop being creative. Songwriting is a good outlet.

Give us this day our daily discount outlet merchandise…

you may be right, I may be crazy, but it just might be a lunatic you’re looking for

I didn’t graduate high school, so I never got a teacher’s education, I’m mostly self-read, self-taught.

It’s OK if you mess up. You should give yourself a break.

I am the entertainer, I’ve come to do my show You’ve heard my latest record, it’s been on the radio

There’s an old man sitting next to me, making love to his tonic and gin.

As long as there are memories, yesterday remains. As long as there is hope, tomorrow awaits. As long as there is friendship, today is beautiful.

Don’t go changing to try and please me You never let me down before Don’t imagine you’re too familiar And I don’t see you anymore I would not leave you in times of trouble

The whole world loves American movies, blue jeans, jazz and rock and roll. It is probably a better way to get to know our country than by what politicians or airline commercials represent.

Every man worships the dollar, and is down before his shrine from morning to night… Other men, the world over, worship regularly at the shrine with matins and vespers, nones and complines, and whatever other daily services may be known to the religious houses; but the New Yorker is always on his knees.

Even during my injury, I had fun because I got to be a regular college kid.

Irrespective of any external, regulatory force, our capacity for feeling is in itself an insatiable and bottomless abyss.

I’m a regular person.

I am not a BART regular but have taken it probably five times to and from the city with some of my teammates. Nice to just hop on the train and enjoy some of the views of the Bay Area while I’m out.

I don’t want to fight once a year. I like fighting every other month.

No man is regular in his attendance at the House of Commons until he is married.

There never was a happier or more devoted husband than the male bluebird. He is the gay champion and escort of the female at all times, and while she is sitting, he feeds her regularly.