It's the circle of life, and it moves us all, through despair and hope, through faith and love, 'till we find our place, on the path unwinding.

There's a time for everyone, If they only learn, that the twisting kaleidoscope moves us all in turn.

Don't let the sun go down on me Although I search myself, it's always someone else I see I'd just allow a fragment of your life to wander free But losing everything is like the sun going down on me

Music has healing power. It has the ability to take people out of themselves for a few hours.

Ask anyone. If it hadn't been for Elvis, I don't know where popular music would be. He was the one that started it all off, and he was definitely the start of it for me.

But you know, I have a pretty good relationship with the press and the paparazzi. It's just when they step over the line that, you know, enough's enough.

Don't judge the picture by the frame, every man is not the same

Live for each second without hesitation

Sometimes when I’m flying over the Alps I think, 'that’s like all the cocaine I sniffed.'

Better to build a bridge than a wall.

Welcome to the world of bullshit, my dear. You have arrived.

Many people would fight against the idea that they are corrupt. While in the real sense, they are corrupt because they don’t live by the principles of honesty and truth.

The spirit of Revolution should always permeate the soul of humanity, so that the reactionary forces may not accumulate to check its eternal onward march

I'm interested in how artists and writers do this, using art as therapy. Escaping into the worlds we create. We're all victims and few of us are truly free.

One sought not absolute truth. One sought only a spool on which to wind the thread of history without breaking it.

We need do no more than repeat: only under communism does the individual become himself and lead his own life.

Everything is about color. If you look at magazines and advertising and television, the thing you remember is the color.

You proceed from a false assumption: I have no ego to bruise.

Women polish the silver and water the plants and wait to be really needed.

Publishing is a business. Writing may be art, but publishing, when all is said and done, comes down to dollars.

And let them pass, as they will too soon, With the bean-flowers' boon, And the blackbird's tune, And May, and June!