I don't dance like I used to, but I'm moving and I'll be doing my form of dance at Town Hall... I hit my limitations but I learn to work with what I've got.

So be encouraged and dedicate yourself to your dream and if your dream should come my way one day then we will dance upon the boards of life.

At the end of the day, give up your worries and give thanks for the journey.

You've got to make haste while it's still light of day. My godmother used to say, I don't want to rust out, I just want to work out. If you stand still long enough, people will throw dirt on you.

I love sharing my story. It's endlessly healing.

You've got to make haste while it's still light of day.

If we plant the right seeds, tomorrow will be better. If you put out good things, then you'll get good things back. That's part of our responsibility as entertainers.

As I laid in the hospital bed I started thinking that I had a show to do. I was hoping the Doctor would put me together so I could do the show.

People talk about love and it seems like a cliche but it's a real thing - the more love we spread around the world the more it's going to change lives.

Live stage is being made as you go along. You feel the energy. There's nothing like a live audience.

Everyone I've worked with has been good. You learn from the good, what's good, and you learn from the bad what not to do.

Every generation has its defining challenge. Ours is the systematic annihilation of the biblical family."~ Doug Phillips

hark, now hear the sailors cry, smell the sea, and feel the sky let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic...

Let me alone: I have yet my legs and one arm. Tell the surgeon to make haste and his instruments. I know I must lose my right arm, so the sooner it's off the better.

Ruefulness is one of the classical tones of American fiction. It fosters a native, deglamorized form of anxiety.

You think you are killing me. I think you are committing suicide.

Whistling to keep myself from being afraid.

You can’t think yourself out of a box that’s made of your thoughts.

Even the distribution of rations leaves much to be desired; the fatigue party, well-intentioned and sympathetic though it be, often finds itself short of provisions.

The people of America are tired of being misled.

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank Here we will sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony