I was tired of my lady, we'd been together too long, like a worn-out recording of a favorite song.

Every songwriter lives to have at least one song that a cab driver who asks 'You write anything I know?' will recognize.

I don't want to own her, but I can't let her have it both ways. There is one too many of us.

If you like making love at midnight in the dunes of the cape, you're the love that I've looked for, come with me and escape.

Yes, I like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain. I'm not much into health food, I am into Champagne.

I think writing for a world one has invented can be infinitely more interesting than writing for the world we've all inherited.

I didn't want much. I wanted much more. In fact, I wanted everything.

A lot of my early career, I wrote story songs that had narratives, that had plots.

I first had the thought about making a musical of 'Edwin Drood' as far back as 1971.

In all my years of performing, no audience member has ever actually assaulted me. I consider this to be the singular triumph of my performing career.

Having in my life been bitten by the jaws of both victory and defeat, I must rush to add that success is to failure as butter pecan ice cream is to death.

Renew your mind by flooding it with inspiring, empowering, educational and edifying thoughts and words.

Nothing so removes a man from his inner, mysterious, real life, nothing makes him so deaf and dumb as the picture of these petty passions and petty crimes which calls itself the world of politics.

Faith implies the disbelief of a lesser fact in favor of a greater.

There are no whole truths. All truths are half-truths. It is trying to treat them as whole truths that plays the devil.

Gardening gloves are for sissies. I always have dirt under my nails.

I thought there was a chance right from the beginning.

I never justify, sustain, or in any way or to any extent uphold this cruel, heartless, aimless unnecessary war.

We do not need ACTS but Action.

The ideal itself is but truth clothed in the forms of art.

Pouring out liquor is like burning books.