I think people who create and write, it actually does flow-just flows from into their head, into their hand, and they write it down. It's simple.

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 something which had been a future was now a present and would become a past.

He didn’t miss them. He didn’t miss any of his life, really, especially the last year. Time had simply been a bookmark. Something that held his place while he waited to finish the story.

I am more afraid of my own heart than of the Pope and all his cardinals. I have within me the great Pope Self.

Deciding what to read is also a matter of filtering.

Singing is my passion and I always wanted to travel the country.

An essential element for good writing is a good ear: One must listen to the sound of one's own prose.

The whole reason we organize grassroots is, we think any politician that gets elected needs to be held accountable 365 days a year.

He who does not enjoy his own company is usually right.

Soul, soul is nothing. Can you see it, smell it, touch it? No.

But I am more than a name. More than they tell me