I learnt from Armstrong on the early recordings that you never sang a song the same way twice.

Smell the sea and feel the sky.

The fog of illusion, the fog of confusion is hanging all over the world.

Have I told you lately that I love you, have I told you lately there's no one above you. Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness, ease my troubles, that's what you do.

These are the days of the endless summer, these are the days, the time is now. There is no past, there's only future, there's only here, there's only now.

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

You gotta fight every day to keep mediocrity at bay.

Music is spiritual. The music business is not.

Let your soul and spirit fly.

Meet them halfway with love, peace, and persuasion, and expect them to rise for the occasion.

I think Paul McGuinness and U2 created the Irish music industry. It certainly wasn't there before that.

...That's the difference between backpackers and holiday makers. The former can't help but invite hassle whilst the latter pay to escape it.

Unprocessed intense emotion goes underground and creates a subconscious block that can be released as soon as the original event is integrated in the mind, heart, and body.

Melancholy and sadness are the start of doubt... doubt is the beginning of despair despair is the cruel beginning of the differing degrees of wickedness.

Artistic creation is a demand for unity and a rejection of the world.

What do you have in mind - inhumement, entombment, inurnment, interment? Some people lately just prefer in-sarcophogus-ment.

I'm a big believer in putting things off, In fact, I even put off procrastinating. -Ella Varner

If somebody's not prepared to answer the question, you can keep asking

What drives me is I love my profession. I love to do it.

The sincere alone can recognize sincerity.

Learning consists of ideas, and not of the noise that is made by the mouth.