I don't wanna be a lover, I just wanna be your victim.

I'm just the mere shadow of my former selfishness. I crave the silhouette of your kiss.

I used to be disgusted; now I try to be amused.

I believe that music is connected by human passions and curiosities rather than by marketing strategies.

I feel like a juggler running out of hands.

I can't say anymore than I love you. Anything else would be a waste of breath.

Don't wear your heart on your sleeve when your remarks are off the cuff.

The radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools tryin' to anesthetize the way that you feel.

And I don't feel any form of music is beyond me in the sense of that I don't understand it or I don't have some love for some part of it.

Women hear rhythm differently than men.

Maybe I just never learned my harmony part, because what everybody says sounds odd to them sounds perfectly natural to me.

Just don't be surprised if while you are looking to the heavens, I am looking to you. You, my dear Mrs. Hastings, are all the beauty, guidance, and light I will ever need.

Of course she’s right. How bad are things when your clinically insane mother is more rational than you are?

It is the "try" that is more often counted for righteousness and not the success or failure.

I have to know the killer, the victim and the motive when I begin. Then I start to create the characters and see how the novel takes shape based on what these people are like.

Whether you're playing in the minor leagues or major-league divisions, wherever you are, it's always nice to be recognized as an All-Star.

Woman reduces us all to the common denominator.

All was glorious - a cloudless sky above, a most delicious view around. . . . How great is our good fortune! I care not what may be the condition of the earth; it is the sky that is for me now.

I suppose now I'm obliged to wish you happiness in your new life. Although happiness in the absence of indoor plumbing is a debatable concept.

She wasn't feeling nothing. She was feeling too much. She was blocking it all out. That was a survival skill, and her still-beating heart was proof that it worked.

As a kid, I lived in a fantasy world. I used to believe ants could talk. Not once did they say thank you.