“Some people are marching together and some on their own. Others are running, the smaller ones crawl. But some sit in silence.”

The minute you know you’re on safe ground, you’re dead.

Put on your red shoes, and dance the blues.

Trust nothing but your own experience.

Don’t you love the Oxford Dictionary? When I first read it, I thought it was a really really long poem about everything.

There’s a thing that just as you go to sleep, if you keep your elbows elevated that you will never go below the dream stage. And I’ve used that quite a lot and it keeps me dreaming much longer than if I just relaxed.

If you come from art, you’ll always be art.

And I think my spaceship knows which way to go.

Turn and face the strange.

Comfort comes into your house first as guest, then as a host, then finally as the master.

Everything we look at and choose is some way of expressing how we want to be perceived.

There, in the chords and melodies, is everything I want to say. The words just jolly it along. It’s always been my way of expressing what for me is inexpressible by any other means.

Secret thinker sometimes listening aloud.

The only art I’ll ever study is stuff I can steal from.

I hate albums that are really happy. When I am really happy, I don’t like to hear happy albums, and when I am really sad I don’t wanna hear happy albums… and I tend to gravitate towards the lonely and isolated anyway when I write.

As you get older, the questions come down to about two or three. How long? And what do I do with the time I’ve got left?

People look to me to see what the spirit of the Seventies is.

A mirror reflects a man’s face, but what he is really like is shown by the kind of friends he chooses.

Loving yourself means making choices that allow you to care for the important person that you are.

The essence of strategy is choosing what not to do.

Never do things others can do and will do if there are things others cannot do or will not do.

To have a right to do a thing is not at all the same as to be right in doing it.

Asking “Am I choosing from my divinity or am I choosing from my humanity? “ opens the door for us to experience realms of reality that we may never have visited before.

Man becomes a slave to his constantly repeated acts. What he at first chooses, at last compels.

People would say ‘Who is a leader?’ A leader is a person that does the work. It’s very simple. It’s a personal choice for people who choose to put in their time and their commitment to do the work. It’s a personal choice.