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Dream on, but don't imagine they'll all come true. When will you realize... Vienna waits for you.

Musicians want to be the loud voice for so many quiet hearts.

I think music in itself is healing. It's an explosive expression of humanity. It's something we are all touched by. No matter what culture we're from, everyone loves music.

I've come to realize that life is not a musical comedy, it's a Greek tragedy.

I am no longer afraid of becoming lost, because the journey back always reveals something new, and that is ultimately good for the artist.

Only the good die young.

I could walk away from anyone I ever knew, but I can't walk away from you.

Some folks like to get away Take a holiday from the neighborhood. Hop a flight to Miami Beach Or to Hollywood But I'm talking a Greyhound On the Hudson River Line. I'm in a New York state of mind.

In an age of incompetence, I've been able to last in this crazy business. I actually know how to play my ax and write a song. That's my job.

I did write a letter to the archdiocese who'd banned the song, Only the Good Die Young, asking them to ban my next record.

The garden of your dreams is watered by the sweat of excellence.

Praise is pushing back my daily worries and impending tasks to acknowledge my always present, never changing God.

Every breath is a sacred life.

...but there's always he'll want to torture your boss anyway. Just recreationally, I mean.""Wow that would be terrific, " I said

One cannot get rid of a good education, nor, unfortunately, of a bad one, which often is such because one has not wanted to defray the expenses of a good one.

To be is to do.

London, from the architecture to the culture to the fashion to the accents, feels like it's a special place.

I think actually it's kind of sad because something I looked forward to just getting to the NFL growing up was just being able to have more fun, the rules loosen up, being able to celebrate.

Hands are the tool of the painter, the artist.

Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood?