I'm a grandfather now.

The whole idea of music, from the beginning of time, was for people to be happy

All I can say is that it's amazing what you can accomplish when you're young and foolish.

I think that passion and love and pain are all bearable, and they go to make love beautiful.

Kashmir is my last resort. I think, if I truly deserve it one day, I should go there and stay there for quite a while. Or if I really need it at any point, it should be my haven, my Shangri-la.

I like the idea of being alone. I like the idea of often being alone in all aspects of my life. I like to feel lonely. I like to need things.

Music is for every single person that walks the planet.

Don't be hard on yourself. And take as many chances, risks, as you can.

You have nothing. One should never allow themselves to think that they have, one can just touch - to have is to lack appreciation, to touch is to want to touch again.

As we wind on down the road, our shadows taller than our souls.

('Stairway to Heaven' is) a nice pleasant, well-meaning naive little song, very English. It's not the definitive Led Zeppelin song. 'Kashmir' is.

Reason in man is rather like God in the world.

The attempted professionalization of serious and systematic thinking has had a disastrous effect upon our culture

Though they only take a second to say, thank yous leave a warm feeling behind that can last for hours.

Some beautiful opportunities are like birds. They may be there but only till the next second!

Country music has to evolve in order to survive.

Fine wine leaves you with something pleasant. The ordinary wine just leaves.

In fact, I thought my calling was to be a painter.

The moment we indulge our affections, the earth is metamorphosed, there is no winter and no night; all tragedies, all ennui s, vanish, all duties even.

One of the things that I've noticed over the years is that I seem to be fascinated as a writer with the notion that we already have all that we need.

Like a red morn that ever yet betokened, Wreck to the seaman, tempest to the field, Sorrow to the shepherds, woe unto the birds, Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds.