“George Harrison was the kind of guy who wasn’t going to leave until he hugged you for five minutes and told you how much he loved you.”

I had the radio on, I was driving. Trees flew by, me and Del were singing, Little Runaway, I was flying.

You believe what you want to believe. You see, you don’t have to live like a refugee.

I’ll stand my ground and I won’t back down.

I’m not any happier anywhere than when I’m in the studio. I’m over the moon about it. It keeps me young, it keeps me feeling like I have some purpose.

My sister got lucky, married a yuppie, and took him for all he was worth. Now she’s a swinger dating a singer, I can’t decide which is worse.

I should have known right then it was too good to last, God, it’s such a drag when you’re livin’ in the past

I love history, doesn’t matter what era, I’m fascinated.

I think to be successful you have to work really hard but you also have to have a little bit of luck.

If you don’t run, you rust.

At twilight time the smog makes a rainbow.

Yeah, the world would swing if I were king. Can I help it if I still dream time to time?

It’s funny how the music industry is enraged about the Internet and the way things are copied without being paid for. But you know why people steal the music? Because they can’t afford the music.

I’ve got a room at the top of the world tonight. I can see everything tonight.

How about a cheer for all those bad girls! And all those boys that play that rock ‘n’ roll! They love it like you love Jesus.

She’s a good girl, crazy about Elvis, loves horses, and her boyfriend, too.

If you listen long enough you can hear my skin grow tough love is painful to the touch must be made of stronger stuff.

There seems to be no stopping drug frenzy once it takes hold of a nation. What starts with an innocuous HUGS, NOT DRUGS bumper sticker soon leads to wild talk of shooting dealers and making urine tests a condition for employment — anywhere.

Mr. President, Mrs. Obama. There is a photograph of you [hugging] that went viral, became the most shared photograph in the history of Twitter. How do you keep the fire going?

You turn into this desperate dude looking for a shred of attention when you just had so much. It’s like, “I’m just lonely and all I really want is a hug, but I gotta capture that in something real gross.” You start to understand why circus clowns are alcoholics.

Girl, i’m going to show you the bear in hug.

Hug me till you drug me, honey; Kiss me till I’m in a coma.

I have no problem if someone wants to hug me – if I know him!

My instinct is to put my sadness aside, and give them a smile or a hug, no matter how bad I’m feeling.

Some conversations feel like a hug. Some people feel like home.