I've been in a multimedia extravaganza for 50 years and it's gone by so quickly that it's unimaginable. And it's also a major part of my life that has gone by.

No, I don't regret anything at this point. That may change on the next phone call, but at the moment I don't regret anything.

Babies have big heads and big eyes, and tiny little bodies with tiny little arms and legs. So did the aliens at Roswell! I rest my case.

You have to create your life. You have to carve it, like a sculpture.

If saving money is wrong, I don't want to be right!

How do I stay so healthy and boyishly handsome? It's simple. I drink the blood of young runaways.

We're all embers from the same fire. Our ember winks out, we're ashes, we go back to the fire.

Has it ever occurred to you that how we deal with death is at least as important as how we deal with life?

Writing is truly a creative art - putting word to a blank piece of paper and ending up with a full-fledged story rife with character and plot.

The mysteriousness and mystique of space is such, that science fiction attempts to tantalize you by telling you a story that could possibly be out there and that's the appeal of science fiction.

Energy is the key to creativity. Energy is the key to life.

Bella. You were always my soul.

Money's easy to make if it's money you want. But with few exceptions people don't want money. They want luxury and they want love and they want admiration.

People don't trust government, they don't trust Wall Street, they don't trust the church, they don't trust the media.

I wake up in the morning and sometimes I just want to wear a T-shirt and blue jeans and now I have to force myself to do that, because I can't care what people think, you know?

You're not sick you're just in love.

The difficulty lies, not in the new ideas, but in escaping the old ones, which ramify, for those brought up as most of us have been, into every corner of our minds.

I always believed that I’d return to Cleveland and finish my career there.

We've been around for almost three decades now - there's about three generations of Bon Jovi fans.

Press on! A better fate awaits thee.

Alas! how little can a moment show Of an eye where feeling plays In ten thousand dewy rays: A face o'er which a thousand shadows go!