Honey, don't walk out, I'm too drunk to follow.

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.

It occurred to me that if I were a ghost, this ambiance was what I'd miss most: the ordinary, day-to-day bustle of the living. Ghosts long, I'm sure, for the stupidest, most unremarkable things.

Stringent standards of self-evaluation [can] make otherwise objective successes seem to be personal failures

I wouldn't say I'm a very technical [guitar] player. I'm more intuitive - it's always more about chasing an abstraction.

Acting is just a way of making a living, the family is life.

All my life men like you've sneered at me, and all my life I've been knocking men like you into the dust.

Nothing can be lower or more wholly instrumental than the substance and cause of all things.

It would be as easy for the United States to build a tower to remove the sun, as to remove polygamy, or the Church and Kingdom of God.

Who had the bigger burden? The one who had to watch the other person endure or the one who endured?

The key to successful aging is...to pay as little attention to it as possible.

Were it not for the shepherds, there would have been no reception. And were it not for a group of stargazers, there would have been no gifts.