“The closer you are, the brighter the flames in my heart.”

Environmental laws were not passed to protect our air and water, they were passed to get votes.

The more you can escape from how horrible things really are, the less it’s going to bother you and then, the worse things get.

The only difference between a cult and a religion is the amount of real estate they own.

There are more love songs than anything else. If songs could make you do something we’d all love one another.

A composer’s job involves the decoration of fragments of time.

Sometimes you got to get sick before you can feel better.

Beauty is a pair of shoes that makes you wanna die.

Writing about music is like dancing about architecture.

Don’t go to bed with any woman crazier than you are.

The difference between religions and cults is determined by how much real estate is owned.

If your children ever find out how lame you really are, they’ll murder you in your sleep.

Anything played wrong twice in a row is the beginning of an arrangement.

One size does not fit all.

It gets harder the more you know. Because the more you find out the uglier everything seems.

The illusion of freedom will continue as long as it’s profitable to continue the illusion.

Without deviation from the norm, progress is not possible.

A boy comes to me with a spark of interest. I feed the spark and it becomes a flame. I feed the flame and it becomes a fire. I feed the fire and it becomes a roaring blaze.

Do ghosts get tired of haunting? Of chasing old flames in darkness, of walking through dreams casting shadows against walls, against hearts, do they feel themselves forgotten?

Relationship doesn’t remain, We resonate on different flames, I could cut you down again, If you were like all other men, If you were like all other men, I know that I could shut you down again

Your trials did not come to punish you, but to awaken you – to make you realise that you are a part of Spirit and that just behind the sparks of your life is the Flame of Infinity.

Whatever happens, the flame of the French resistance must not be extinguished and will not be extinguished. Tomorrow, as today, I will speak on Radio London.

You are the sun. Soft yellow. Beaming flames. Gentle and fierce all at once.

I tried and tried to blow out the flame of a candle but it would not budge, it reminded me of us.

He grabbed my hand as the flames licked at my feet and the devil and I danced.