Excuse me if I have/some place in my mind/where I go time to time.

You and I will meet again, When we're least expecting it, One day in some far off place, I will recognize your face, I won't say goodbye my friend, For you and I will meet again.

You belong among the wildflowers You belong in a boat out at sea You belong with your love on your arm You belong somewhere you feel free

Buy me a drink, sing me a song; take me as I come, cause I can't stay long.

Go after what you really love and find a way to make that work for you, and then you'll be a happy person.

Do something you really like, and hopefully it pays the rent. As far as I'm concerned, that's success.

You belong somewhere you feel free.

Music really isn’t supposed to be perfect. It’s all about people relating to each other and doing something that’s really from the soul. It must come from the soul.

The waiting is the hardest part, every day you get one more yard. You take it on faith, you take it to the heart, the waiting is hardest part.

You were the one who made things different, you were the one who took me in. You were the one thing I could count on, above all, you were my friend.

Running down a dream... working on a mystery... going wherever it leads.

I could burn this place downAs many times as I'd like in my mind, Without any sympathy For the girl or her motherWho live beneath me

Satan will make your own principles and inclinations to betray you.

There's no right way of writing. There's only your way.

Turtle makes all men equal.

I don't just want to upset people and shock people by saying something really outrageous.

For me, the fashion show, the image, the shooting, is just a step. It's just a moment, but it's not the final destination.

I think that in the American film industry - or even in the European cinema - movies are made not to disturb any kind of class or any kind of minority.

While I fear that we're drawn to what abandons us, and to what seems most likely to abandon us, in the end I believe we're defined by what embraces us.

Need is a low door which, when we must by stern necessity pass through, forces the greatest to bend down the most.

I am not tragically colored. There is no great sorrow dammed up in my soul, nor lurking behind my eyes. I do not mind at all.