I'm just a little bit tired If you know what I mean Don't want to be in a crowd When I can be in a dream.

Though it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night I can see paradise by the dashboard light.

If life is just a highway, then the soul is just a car. And objects in the rear view mirror may appear closer than they are.

You'll never find your gold on a sandy beach.

I've been called over the top. How silly. If you don't go over the top, you can't see what's on the other side.

And we'll never be as young as we are right now

The icy cold will cut us like a knife in the darkAnd we may lose everything in the windBut the Northern Lights are burningAnd they're giving off sparks.

Todd Rundgren is a genius, and I don't use that word a lot.

I've been dreaming of mirrors. Millions of mirrors, reflecting people to death.

You never know how many friends you have until you rent a house on the beach.

The sea is whipping the skyThe sky is whipping the seaYou can hide away forever from the stormBut you'll never hide away from me.

A word to the unwise.Torch every book.Char every page.Burn every word to ash.Ideas are incombustible.And therein lies your real fear.

It's far too late for anything but magick, as the future is clearly up for grabs.

People like Shakira shouldnt have record contracts. She cant even speak English.

The truth about who we really are, beyond all appearances, is knowledge worth seeking.

The position is that stability and peace in Asia depend on a cooperative relationship between China and the United States.

How much should you earn? As much as you possibly can. It doesn't matter whether you earn $10,000 a year or $100,000 a year as long as you've done the best you can.

Occupation is one great source of enjoyment. No man, properly occupied, was ever miserable.

I think sadly in any industry and in any work related environments females always strive to achieve a certain amount of perfection whether they be skinny or pretty. It's constant in our society.

For years I wrote in my basement. More recently I graduated to one floor above, an office with all my books and music and - ta da! - a window.

Come out into the broad light of day, come out from the little narrow paths, for how can the infinite soul rest content to live and die in small ruts?