Have you seen the roses? There's a whole lot of colours.

I think it's good if a song has more than one meaning. Maybe that kind of song can reach far more people.

I don't think I'm easy to talk about. I've got a very irregular head. And I'm not anything that you think I am anyway.

It's rather difficult to think of anybody being really interested in me. But you know, man, I am totally together.

And what exactly is a dream and what exactly is a joke?

I’m not anything that you think I am.

In the future, bands are going to have to offer more than a pop show. They are going to have to an offer a well presented theatre show

You only have to read the lines of scribbly black and everything shines.

I wasn't always this introverted.

I'm disappearing, avoiding most things.

I've got a bike. You can ride it if you like. It's got a basket, a bell that rings and things to make it look good. I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it...

Focus on your strength and maximum its potential.

Often, we tend to wrap ourselves around him so tight that we neglect our mission, our purpose, our calling, sometimes our children and even our God

All the leadership positions that I have had have one common denominator: none has required that I give up my science work.

When I was first starting out as a kid, I tried to pad my résumé with everything I had ever done-ice-skate, carry a tune.

Also, whenever you have direct speech, and I don't quite know why, but it always gets better in English. Dialogue, the flow of dialogue, English just has a better way with it.

Never place a period where God has placed a comma.

You can trust a Neil Simon script. Every dot. Every dash; that pause means something. He takes all the jokes out, practically.

I wish I knew where I was going. Doomed to be carried of the spirit into the wilderness, I suppose. I wish I could be more moderate in my desires, but I cannot, and so there is no rest.

Drawn games are sometimes more scintillating than any conclusive contest.

Divorce is an embarrassing public admission of defeat.