Everywhere you go, there's a soundtrack. You can't really quite hear it. It's just a little out of the range of hearing.

The essential elements of singing are voice, musicianship, and story. It is the rare artist that has all three in abundance.

The thing you have to be prepared for is that other people don't always dream your dream.

The only reason to be with somebody is that they make you a better person and you make them a better person.

Somewhere out there, beneath the pale moonlight, someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight.

When the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby, it helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky.

Even though I know how very far apart we are, it helps to think we might be wishing underneath the same bright star.

Ninety-nine percent of singing is listening and hearing, and so then 1 percent of it is singing.

I think musicians are always supportive of each other because they want the groove to keep going on. They just basically want to play music.

I think there's mind in nature. There's a power in nature, and there's a universal power that you'd better not ignore.

Art is for healing ourselves, and everybody needs their own personal art to heal up their problems.

Why is it that words like these seem dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?

The best richness is the richness of the soul

Being a former theater student, of course, there is a part of me that is fascinated with stage crafts and what you can do with illusions and working within the confines of the studio.

Isn't it amazing how, when you strip away everything, people are so much alike?

The 'Main Street' retailers ... see customers come to the store to locate items ... only to leave and order the items over the Internet just to escape the sales tax.

Nature does not demand that we be perfect. It requires only that we grow.

While some are as loathe to trade a Bishop for a Knight as a Cadillac for a Chevrolet, others are prepared to do so without hesitation.

Rose? Is that you?" I peered behind him. Lissa. "What are you doing here?" "What are you doing here?" She asked "Ladies, ladies" he said teasingly. "No need to fight over me." I glared. "We're not.

Don't let your life pass you by, weep not for the memories.

Don’t worry, Chris. The day that Sony PlayStation attacks the world and threatens to destroy it, we’ll give you a call. (Katra)