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

I can’t think of one person I’ve ever met who didn’t like some type of music.

We all have a face that we hide away forever, and we take them out and show ourselves when everyone has gone.

We are living in a time when American popular music is finally being recognized as one of our most successful exports. The demand is huge.

So before we end And then begin We’ll drink a toast to how it’s been A few more hours to be complete A few more nights on satin sheets A few more times that I can say, I’ve loved these days.

You’ve got your passion. You’ve got your pride. But don’t you know that only fools are satisfied? Dream on, but don’t imagine they’ll all come true.

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?

Like family, we are tied to each other. This is what all good musicians understand.

She’s got a smile that heals me.

I see the children with their boredom and their vacant stares.

And the only people I fear are those who never have doubts… Save us all from arrogant men, and all the causes they’re for.

I may be an antique like the Stones, but antiques are valuable.

I haven’t met the person I can sustain a relationship with yet. So I’m discontented about that. I’m angry with myself. I have regrets.

What will it take for you to believe in me, the way that I believe in you?

What if she figures out you’re not very smart?

There ain’t much future for a man who works the sea, there ain’t no island left for islanders like me.

Well we’re waiting here in Allentown For the Pennsylvania we never found For the promises our teachers gave If we worked hard If we behaved So the graduations hang on the wall But they never really helped us at all No they never taught us what was real.

I would say, being a parent is what makes me vulnerable. Loving someone so much it scares you.

Without loving and caring for others, most of us stand little chance of communing with God/the Divine Wisdom, no matter how many years we may spend in silent prayer.

Don’t put off until tomorrow the loving words you can say today.

I love people. I was born loving people.

Of all afflictions, the worst is self contempt.

I am not talking about selfishness or self-interest. When I ask, What will make you happy?, I mean, What way of loving others feels right for you? Choose a way of loving that makes you happy, and your efforts will be play rather than work.

Money will hit me at a big off-period and genius will hit me in starvation, that is, I often get the money when I don’t think I deserve it and have been lolling around for days and days thinking the most abysmal thoughts.

we are doing God’s work. So God dresses in Eskimo clothing or other disguises, and responds to us whether or not we are aware enough to hear, see, or feel God’s loving guidance. Everything is a tool of God, from DNA to the weather.