In the midnight of a soul's unsleeping, hear the waterfall of women weeping. Hear the distant noise of traffic stalling, hear the prostituted children calling.

The day you open your mind to music, you're halfway to opening your mind to life.

Respect yourself. Try to remember that not everything in life can be perfect. You will make mistakes. That's inevitable. But you are not ugly. You will only be ugly when you behave in an ugly way.

It's like the mod thing is happening again.

I have terrible hearing trouble. I have unwittingly helped to invent and refine a type of music that makes its principal proponents deaf.

Is your perception of 'I Heard It Through the Grapevine' so shallow that it's violated by dancing raisins?

He is the king. If it hadn't been for Link Wray and 'Rumble,' I would have never picked up a guitar.

I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth.

Rock 'n' Roll might not solve your problems, but it does let you dance all over them

Keith Moon, God rest his soul, once drove his car through the glass doors of a hotel, driving all the way up to the reception desk, got out and asked for the key to his room.

I believe rock can do anything, it's the ultimate vehicle for everything

All statistics have outliers.

To care for others is called humanity.

By seizing every opportunity for kindness, forgiveness, healing, and love that crosses my path each day, I hope that my death, although perhaps sad for some, will be gracefully concluded.

I've never been able to predict the future of anything.

I have learned to hold all things loosely, so God will not have to pry them out of my hands.

We are long-term players in the industry. We're not just crazy and emotional. We try to be logical business managers.

We believe what we want to, what we need to. The corollary is that we choose not to see what we'd rather pretend doesn't exist.

My parents had a love for music. There were so many records, so much music constantly being played. My mother played piano, my father sang, and we were always surrounded in music.

I used to find places in high school and college, empty rooms or spaces with pianos. Instead of going to a party, I'd play alone for hours. It became my buddy.

The fingers on his flesh told him he was loved, that he had always been loved, and that the world was a place where above all else things that were good would find a way to burrow into you.