I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls With vassals and serfs at my side.

The light of other days is faded, And all their glories past.

The heart bowed down by weight of woe to weakest hope will cling.

I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls, With vassals and serfs at my side, And of all who assembled within those walls, That I was the hope and the pride.

I was afraid of the pain of dying and terribly reluctant to leave the world behind because I liked life a lot, even if it had been pretty tough sometimes.

It's easier for me to sit with the producers and the writers and I give them my feelings and my thoughts and what I think I feel like singing about and then they go away and write it.

The heart responds to the conflict within a story.

There is no more dangerous error than that of mistaking the consequence for the cause.

Much benevolence of the passive order may be traced to a disinclination to inflict pain upon oneself.

I can recite poetry, but I cannot write it.

Phil Spector is probably a better date than Roman Polanski.

Though you may hear me holler, And you may see me cry-- I'll be dogged, sweet baby, If you gonna see me die.

The best thing you can do is go away from this saying, 'I can do this too,' because it's all possible and I'm living proof.

Leverage is the reason some people become rich and others do not become rich.