“Who wants to live forever?”

Money may not buy happiness, but it can damn well give it.

What will I be doing in twenty years’ time? I’ll be dead, darling! Are you crazy?

We don’t do it for the money, we do it for the music.

If I had to do it all over again? Why not, I would do it a little bit differently.

We are all waiting for when there will be peace on earth and the end of the war. If this happens then it would be a miracle.

The more you open up, the more you get hurt. So basically, I’m just riddled with scars and I just don’t want any more.

Love of my life, you’ve hurt me. You’ve broken my heart, and now you leave me. Love of my life, can’t you see? Bring it back, bring it back, and don’t take it away from me, because you don’t know what it means to me.

I never thought of myself as the leader, the most important person, perhaps.

I do not have love does not mean I don’t have anybody.

The bigger, the better; in everything.

If we’re weird onstage, I don’t know what you’d call the Tubes.

Oh, I was not made for heaven. No, I don’t want to go to heaven. Hell is much better. Think of all the interesting people you’re going to meet down there.

Does it mean this, does it mean that that’s all anybody wants to know? I’d say what any decent poet would say if anyone dared ask him to analyze his work: if you see it, darling, then it’s there!

I was born to love you with every single beat of my heart. I was born to take care of you every single day of my life.

Excess is part of my nature. Dullness is a disease. I really need danger and excitement. I’m never scared of putting myself out on a limb.

I’m hopeless with money; I simply spend what I’ve got.

A great song will be great forever – it’s timeless and classic in that way.

One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

He’d half meant to speak but those eyes had altered the world forever in the space of a heartbeat.

A messenger of Hope comes every night to me, And offers for short life, eternal liberty.

He who has waited long enough, will wait forever. And there comes the hour when nothing more can happen and nobody more can come and all is ended but the waiting that knows itself in vain.

Bitterness leads nowhere. It turns back on itself. It is the eternal cul-de-sac.

Ever step you take is forever.

On soft Spring nights I’ll stand in the yard under the stars – Something good will come out of all things yet – And it will be golden and eternal just like that – There’s no need to say another word.