I've never had any idea that what I like would resonate with the audience, and I'm pleasantly surprised when it does.

You and I will meet again, When we're least expecting it, One day in some far off place, I will recognize your face, I won't say goodbye my friend, For you and I will meet again.

You belong among the wildflowers You belong in a boat out at sea You belong with your love on your arm You belong somewhere you feel free

Buy me a drink, sing me a song; take me as I come, cause I can't stay long.

Go after what you really love and find a way to make that work for you, and then you'll be a happy person.

Do something you really like, and hopefully it pays the rent. As far as I'm concerned, that's success.

You belong somewhere you feel free.

Music really isn’t supposed to be perfect. It’s all about people relating to each other and doing something that’s really from the soul. It must come from the soul.

The waiting is the hardest part, every day you get one more yard. You take it on faith, you take it to the heart, the waiting is hardest part.

You were the one who made things different, you were the one who took me in. You were the one thing I could count on, above all, you were my friend.

Running down a dream... working on a mystery... going wherever it leads.

All the stuff you can’t wait to get away from, until it’s not there anymore, and then you miss it like crazy.

The trouble with life is that we lead it forwards and understand it backwards.

If the Space Beings want to contact you, they will do so. They do the choosing.

Le bonheur engloutit nos forces, comme le malheur e teint nos vertus. Happiness engulfs our strength, just as misfortune extinguishes our virtues.

i will never say never i will fight i will fight till forever make it right whenever you knock me down i will not stay on the ground pick it up and never say never

Painting is situational. And my particular situation exists within gender, race, class, sexuality, nation.

If I don't love myself, I won't survive.

For a man to become a poet (witness Petrarch and Dante), he must be in love, or miserable.

I like to hear and smell the countryside, the land that my characters inhabit. I don’t want these characters to step off the page, I want them to step out of the landscape.

I keep wanting to crawl back into the womb.