I took a fresh pack of Luckies, a mint called Sen-Sen, my old man's Trojans.

Dream on, but don't imagine they'll all come true. When will you realize... Vienna waits for you.

Musicians want to be the loud voice for so many quiet hearts.

I think music in itself is healing. It's an explosive expression of humanity. It's something we are all touched by. No matter what culture we're from, everyone loves music.

I've come to realize that life is not a musical comedy, it's a Greek tragedy.

I am no longer afraid of becoming lost, because the journey back always reveals something new, and that is ultimately good for the artist.

Only the good die young.

I could walk away from anyone I ever knew, but I can't walk away from you.

Some folks like to get away Take a holiday from the neighborhood. Hop a flight to Miami Beach Or to Hollywood But I'm talking a Greyhound On the Hudson River Line. I'm in a New York state of mind.

In an age of incompetence, I've been able to last in this crazy business. I actually know how to play my ax and write a song. That's my job.

I did write a letter to the archdiocese who'd banned the song, Only the Good Die Young, asking them to ban my next record.

Our prayers must be in accordance with the will of God for the simple reason that God knows better what is good for us than we know ourselves.

You are valuable

Delicious tears! The heart's own dew.

God has not bowed to our nervous haste nor embraced the methods of our machine age. The man who would know God must give time to Him.

When you are not practicing, someone else is getting better.

I regret that we weren't able to reform Social Security. The fact that we weren't able to when we had majorities in the House and the Senate I think reflected poorly on our political party.

I know that I was hiking at a very young age because I remember being convinced that it was the trees that were talking.

I say, make the decision, and as soon as you make the decision, the rest of your life you just manage that decision on a daily basis.

I highly regret this day in advance.

The aged are terrible - mere heaps of cinders on the grass from which none can tell how tall the flames once were or what company gathered round them.