I don't understand, Why do I stress the man, When there's so many bigger things at hand?

Life's short. Anything could happen, and it usually does, so there is no point in sitting around thinking about all the ifs, ands and buts.

I don't think your ability to fight has anything to do with how big you are. It's to do with how much anger is in you.

I'm romantic. I fall in love every day. Not with people but with situations. The other day, I saw a tramp polishing his shoes. That just gripped my heart.

I've always had my own style, I've always been different. I don't like to wear anything that anyone else is wearing because it's very important for me to make a statement.

Life is so much more rewarding if you strive for something, rather than take what's given to you on a plate.

Every bad situation is a blues song waiting to happen.

Life happens. There is no point in being upset or down about things we can't control or change.

I don’t need help because if I can’t help myself I can’t be helped.

Music is the only thing that will give and give and give and not take.

If you don't throw yourself into something, you'll never know what you could have had.

Books should go where they will be most appreciated, and not sit unread, gathering dust on a forgotten shelf, don't you agree?

that the grace of fable stirs the mind"...and..."that the perusal of excellent books is, as it were, to interview with the noblest men of past ages

When I was young and I was forced to watch Disney films, I would fast forward the good guys, wasn't interested in princes and princesses, only by the villains.

It's almost like putting armor on a woman. It's a very psychological way of dressing.

You have to be someone.

We are no longer inheriting the Earth from our parents, we are stealing it from our children.

I think if I had to choose, I would rather have gravity instead of zero gravity. It's fun for a while, but I'd rather live on Earth.

I will not have him in my brain;there is no room for anyone else in the cakeshop of agony. it's crowded enough in there already.

It is hard to look back and talk about a set of disjointed experiences as though they were part of one smooth progression.

Oh to be a pear tree – any tree in bloom! With kissing bees singing of the beginning of the world!