I'm only 49 years old. I'm still in the middle of this whole thing. I don't feel like it's finished at all. I'm still planning to write better songs.

If slaughterhouses had glass walls, everyone would be a vegetarian.

In the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.

I can't manage without homeopathy. In fact, I never go anywhere without homeopathic remedies. I often make use of them.

The long and winding road that leads to your door / Will never disappear, / I've seen that road before it always leads me here, / Leads me to your door.

I used to think anyone doing anything weird was weird. Now I know that it is the people that call others weird that are weird.

We were pretty good mates until the Beatles started to split up and Yoko came into it. It was more like old army buddies splitting up on account of wedding bells.

Late at night when the wind is still I'll come flying through your door, And you'll know what love is for. I am a bluebird, I'm a bluebird...

There are only four people who knew what the Beatles were about anyway.

When you were young, and your heart, was an open book. You used to say, live and let live.

One of my biggest thrills for me still is sitting down with a guitar or a piano and just out of nowhere trying to make a song happen.

The love of Arda was set in your hearts by Ilúvatar, and he does not plant to no purpose.

Waste no time on what you don’t want. Go for what you want. Go for that alone.

To tell a love story true, a romance writer must bare hearts, souls and bodies.

Courage is almost a contradiction in terms. It means a strong desire to live taking the form of readiness to die.

We have to bring back respect to law enforcement.

Water, water, everywhere, Atlantic and Pacific. But New York City's got them beat, Our aqua is terrific!

I went through a whole phase when I was younger of being obsessed with Tolstoy and Kafka and Camus, all those really, beautiful, dark depressing books.

I slumbered spring's morning and missed the dawn from everywhere, I heard the cry of birds. That night the sound of wind and rain came. Who knows how many petals had fallen?

I do not know what to do, my mind's in two.

The reality is not that I lack respect for the law; it's that I have greater respect for justice.