Everything in life is a metaphor.

Unclose your mind. You are not a prisoner. You are a bird in flight, searching the skies for dreams.

I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.

No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.

Say it before you run out of time. Say it before it's too late. Say what you're feeling. Waiting is a mistake.

I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world. I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.

But if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn’t it?

The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time.

When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.

When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.

We all have an artist within us

Music is like a huge release of tension.

Chrysta Bell looks like a dream and Chrysta Bell sings like a dream. And the dream is coming true.

I'd read about Los Angeles and this fact stuck in my mind: that the city gained 1,000 new people every day. In 1956! A thousand people every day! I felt: 'I want to be part of that.

Trouble's made us kin.

I made a killing on Wall Street a few years ago...I shot my broker.

I didn't start singing with my eyes open until I was 19 - that's how shy I was!

In general, with things unpleasant, the rule is: The sooner you hit bottom, the faster you surface.

Keep your drunken electrons dancing!

Our epoch has been called the century of work. It is in fact the century of pain, misery and corruption.