I was drawn to boxing because I got beat up as a kid. I was the kid with the piano books in a New York neighbourhood.

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.

There is no such thing as an "aspiring writer". You are a writer. Period.

The waves of changes propel advancement.

Isn’t time the only one true god? It makes and breaks

The early bird catches the worm. But I have never been one for worms. I am not sure what the late bird catches, but I will feast with him today. Probably porridge.

Most people do not take heed of the things they encounter, nor do they grasp them even when they have learned about them, although they suppose they do.

You can learn great things from your mistakes when you aren't busy denying them. Read The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People.

In the beginning, there was noise. Noise begat rhythm, and rhythm begat everything else.

I live in a perpetual present. I don't look back and I don't look forward. I just live from week to week.

Man's life is a progress, not a station.

A raintree bent towards a window in one side of the bungalow, eavesdropping on the conversations that had taken place inside over years.