And here's to the blues, the real blues— where there's a hint of hope in every cry of desperation.

We start our lives with blues . . . with music. It's our first language. It's the rhythm of the womb. It's your mama's heartbeat inside your head.

The music echoes in the emptiness. It reminds us where we came from and where we’re bound.

You got infinite channels and limitless rhymes, but the riddles of livin' stay undefined?

The music plays . . . and your sense of reality is heightened to a dream.

Your muse ain't singin' on your MTV? Can't even see him on your HD TV?

I do not have a problem with people killing themselves, as long as they took at least a hundred years to think about what they are about to do.

Did you ever say yes to a pleasure? oh my friends, then you also said yes to all pain. all things are linked, entwined, in love with one another.

I read like the flame reads the wood.

I believe it is the responsibility and duty of those in high-profile positions to give a voice to people whose voices cannot be heard.

When religious leaders get involved in elections, it is usually with a reactionary social agenda.

She sleepwalked from moment to moment, and whole months slipped by without memory, without bearing the faintest imprint of her conscious will.

A nomadic society cannot experience enclosed space.

Television tells us only the things it wants to. It still feeds us heroes, it still offers villains. And even though we know better than to always trust it, we still watch.

The first time I went to see a Second City show, I was in awe of everything. I just wanted to touch the same stage that Gilda Radner had walked on. It was sacred ground.

We love to entertain kings and queens, but at Disneyland, everyone is a V.I.P.