If I'd had to work at Taco Bell I'd have still been out at night trying to play music.

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.

...We are truly human when we live for a purpose far above ourselves

Our Age of Anxiety is, in great part, the result of trying to do today’s jobs with yesterday’s tools!

Pain, sometimes, is like Love. It grows, until it becomes your Life.

Some times losing a battle you find a new way to win the war By Donald Trump.

I'm not sure I'm quite ready to have someone be a prospector of jobs for me, because I believe there's some kind of destiny involved with meeting people... some things are just meant to happen.

I hate requests. They make me feel unhappy. It's like when I take a book out of the library. As soon as I start to read it, all I can think about is when I'll finish it.

Certainly I think the state is more than willing to not only attempt to change the consciousness of people, but to employ violence in ways that make people quite fearful.

Art is a shadow of what a person is thinking... a small glimpse of what they hold inside. Little secrets, regrets, joys... every line has its own meaning.

I see through most people; I'm hardly ever wrong. I see at once what they've got in them.

A wit should no more be sincere, than a woman constant; one argues a decay of parts, as to other of beauty.