I'll have my way, In my own time, I'll have my say, My star will shine...

I'm a happy-go-lucky character. I'm not that miserable. But I can never let anyone into my world.

We're not arrogant, we just believe we're the best band in the world.

We need each other, We believe in one another, And I know we're gonna uncover, What's sleepin' in our soul...

I'm embarrassed when I see Brits abroad; they have their tops off, wear flip flops, and shout at the top of their voices.

If everyone in the music business were brutally honest about what their intentions were then you could sort things out, but it's all smoke and mirrors.

You gotta say what you say, Don't let anybody get in your way...

In business, you can have one massive success that earns $50 million overnight, and that's it. You're successful. End of story. But in the music business, you have to keep on doing it.

You can't be a mod and a rocker. You have to choose sides.

Those who don't say what they mean will live and die by their own sword.

You've just got to trust your instincts and realize that you can't please all the people all the time. You've got to please yourself ultimately in the end.

If we people become more helpful to others, there will be much less tragedy in the world!

A woman is the full circle. Within her is the power to create, nurture and transform.

You have many fine qualities that I admire. But you are out of time. You should have been born a century ago, when values such as yours meant something.

Custom is the law of fools.

People who are thinking about your music almost as much as you are, that almost never happens.

She had studied the universe all her life, but had overlooked its clearest message: For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.

Being beautiful is all in the attitude, it's about confidence.

The 1950s to me is darkness, hidden history, perversion behind most doors waiting to creep out. The 1950s to most people is kitsch and Mickey Mouse watches and all this intolerable stuff.

Bleeding heart, he’d called her. Well. He should know. He’d been the first to rip it to pieces.

A couple in love walking along the banks of the Seine are, in real fact, a couple in love walking along the banks of the Seine, not mere particles in motion.