I don't know if I believe in luck. I think I'm very fortunate.

Every time you pick up your guitar to play, play as if it's the last time.

My driving philosophy about making music is that you can reduce it all down to one note if that note is played with the right kind of sincerity.

Risk is trying to control something you are powerless over.

Music survives everything, and like God, it is always present. It needs no help, and suffers no hindrance.

It's been up to me to inspire me.

One of the most beneficial things I've ever learned is how to keep my mouth shut.

All along this path I tread, my heart betrays my weary head, with nothing but my love to save, from the cradle to the grave.

Music became a healer for me. And I learned to listen with all my being. I found that it could wipe away all fear and confusion.

For me there is something primitively soothing about this music, and it went straight to my nervous system, making me feel ten feet tall.

There are people these days who can do things on the guitar which are beyond my reach. There's one guy who plays with Queen who can do things I would dream of doing. I sincerely mean that.

But maybe you never really had someone, she thought now. Maybe, no matter how much you loved them, they could slip through your fingers like water, and there was nothing you could do about it.

There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

If you walk in any direction walk in the direction toward your greatest dream.

Man, what are you talking about? Me in chains? You may fetter my leg but my will, not even Zeus himself can overpower.

I just don't get it. You've been in love with this bloke since you were a kid, and he's never once got his hair cut short enough that it doesn't poke him in the damn eye.

She's the original good time who was had by all.

A good poem is a contribution to reality.

It is the policy of the United States not to engage in torture, and there are federal criminal laws that prohibit torture.

Writers spend three years rearranging 26 letters of the alphabet. It's enough to make you lose your mind day by day

The parlour cars and Pullmans are packed also with scented assassins, salad-eaters who murder on milk.