Everything I do - if I do it, is going to be personal.

Inside each of us, there is the seed of both good and evil. It's a constant struggle as to which one will win. And one cannot exist without the other.

You've got to create a dream. You've got to uphold the dream. If you can't, go back to the factory or go back to the desk.

I'm not bitter, I'm bittersweet.

I live my life, breathless... A life of constant motion and excitement. A life that many will envy and most would avoid!

I don't think Jimi committed suicide in the conventional way. He just decided to exit when he wanted to.

This really blew my mind, the fact that me, an over fed, long haired, leaping gnome, should be the star of a Hollywood movie.

It's the need for change that drives us to join forces with our brothers and sisters all around the world - but change is slow.

I tried to reach the combatants with my music. I tried to turn my anger into something positive. Myself, and others like me, just tried to keep rock and roll alive.

I may sing the same songs for over 40 years now but I always sing them in different ways in order to keep the excitement and passion alive.

OK, I've had a life of sort of success, some people know who I am but a lot of people don't. I feel the need to change that still.

Words are precious things meant to create, to imagine, to dream with.

It’s much easier to be cruel than one might think.

Success to me is being able to do what I love, make a living at it and to support myself and the ones I love.

I never felt like I was stealing anyone's fans as much as I was introducing some younger people to comedy who will eventually find tons of other comedians that they love.

You're a slave, a bound helpless slave to one thing in the world, your imagination.

The more a man dreams, the less he believes.

The music game is more than just my love for singing, its a sport for me.

Rugrats was my favorite cartoon growing up as a kid.

He asked <...> Rosemary, why do you love books so much? And I said, Well, I don't know <...> I suppose I love them because they're quiet, and I can take them to the park.

The wind blows out of the gates of the day, The wind blows over the lonely of heart, And the lonely of heart is withered away.