“The sun’s down and the moon’s pretty – it’s time to ramble.”

The child needs a helping hand or he’ll grow up to be an angry young man some day.

Where could I go but to the Lord?

Love is a thing you never can share.

When I was a child I was a dreamer. I read comic books, and I was the hero of the comic book. I saw movies, and I was the hero in the movie. So every dream I have ever dreamed has come true a thousand times.

A little less conversation, a little more action.

There is a season for everything, patience will reward you and reveal all answers to your questions.

I’ve spent a life time waiting for the right time, now that you’re near, the time is here at last.

Fame and fortune, how empty they can be.

I’m so nervous. I’ve always been nervous, ever since I was a kid.

If you cry when you’re in love, it sure ain’t no disgrace.

I don’t know anything about music. In my line you don’t have to.

I feel so alone sometimes. The night is quiet for me.

I’ve come too far, and I don’t know how to get back.

Computers may out think us one day, but as long as people got feelings we’ll be better than they are.

Happiness is knowin’ you’ve done a good job, whether it’s professional or for another person.

I’m so lucky to be in the position to give. It’s really a gift to give.

I fear no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows.

Tease me over & again, moon over my night a meteor-like allure strike through my heart.

If I can have what I want then I’d have the stars the moon, the skies and a love where it shines through your eyes.

I wonder where you wander when you look into the moon.

I was the ocean you wanted rivers; I was the moon you chased the stars.

Heaven’s ebon vault Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon’s unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.

Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright. And the stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes to listen- For what listen they?

My dearest contradiction. You are soft and obliterating, like the moon’s glare upon a sinner.