Billy Joel Quotes

It's really hard to make a living as a musician. It's almost impossible.

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

The piano sounds like a carnival and the microphone smells like a beer. And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar and say, man, what are you doing here?

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.

All she wanted was sax.

I've played all kinds of places, laid all kinds of girls.

You may never understand How the stranger is inspired For he is not always evil, And he is not always wrong.

You've got yoga, I've got beer. You got overpriced, I got weird.

Lawrence of Arabia, British Beatlemania.

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

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

I'm carrying the weight of all the useless junk and modern man accumulates.

Some people find it's easier to hate.

Rock and roll cola wars, I can't take it any more.

Where have you been hanging out lately honey? You can't dress trashy 'til you spend a lot of money.

I have to thank my mother for paying for the piano lessons for all those years.

They are sharing a drink called loneliness.

There will be miracles After the last war is won Science and poetry rule in the new world to come Prophets and angels Gave us the power to see What an amazing future there will be

It should be easy for a man who's strong to say he's sorry or admit when he's wrong.

Though you can see when you're wrong, you know you can't always see when you're right.

Even though I'm in love, sometimes I get so afraid.

I would say the songs that have different lyrics. I always write the music first, and there's a couple of songs on this box set that have different lyrics from what ended up on the final recording.

Move to California - my first impression of the Wild West.

The biggest regret? This may be one of those years I have no regrets.

I'm writing new music all the time. I'm just not writing pop stuff. It's not my goal.

If you're a very unfulfilled person you might have a tendency to turn to crime.

I never stopped writing music, I just stopped writing songs. I've been writing music continually ever since the last album of original tunes, "River Of Dreams" in '93.

Some of the stuff I'm writing is almost like hymns, some of my first singing and choral experiences were in church, the Church of Christ in Hicksville.

I look at some of the songs I wrote years ago and I can't believe I wrote such crap.

I was listening to stuff and I realized that I've had a lot of different lives. You know the theory [that says] every seven years, you have a different life? I think that's true.

I always wanted to try to be a teacher even before I was in the music business. I liked history, and good teachers made an impact on me.

And in the eveningAfter the fire and the lightOne thing is certain: Nothing can hold back the lightTime is relentlessAnd as the past disappearsWe're on the verge of all things new

So before we end and then beginWe'll drink a toast to how it's beenA few more hours to be completeA few more nights on satin sheetsA few more times that I can sayI've loved these days

We didn't start the fireIt was always burningSince the world's been turningWe didn't start the fireNo we didn't light itBut we tried to fight it

When the going gets tough, the tough get going

And the waitress is practicing politicsAs the businessmen slowly get stonedYes, they're sharing a drink they call lonelinessBut its better than drinkin' alone

She always says I'm the best friend that she's ever had... how do you hang up on someone who needs you that bad? ~From 'Laura' on The Nylon Curtain

I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints.

They're sharing a drink called loneliness, but at least its better than drinking alone.

Home can be the Pennsylvania TurnpikeIndiana's early morning dewHigh up in the hills of CaliforniaHome is just another word for you

And it was darkSo dark at nightAnd we held on to each otherLike brother to brotherWe promised our mothers we'd writeAnd we would all go down together

You can get what you want or you can just get old.

You're only human you're supposed to make mistakes.