Jack White has just done a song for Coca-Cola. End of. He ceases to be in the club. And he looks like Zorro on doughnuts.

I'm a happy-go-lucky character. I'm not that miserable. But I can never let anyone into my world.

We're not arrogant, we just believe we're the best band in the world.

We need each other, We believe in one another, And I know we're gonna uncover, What's sleepin' in our soul...

I'm embarrassed when I see Brits abroad; they have their tops off, wear flip flops, and shout at the top of their voices.

If everyone in the music business were brutally honest about what their intentions were then you could sort things out, but it's all smoke and mirrors.

You gotta say what you say, Don't let anybody get in your way...

In business, you can have one massive success that earns $50 million overnight, and that's it. You're successful. End of story. But in the music business, you have to keep on doing it.

You can't be a mod and a rocker. You have to choose sides.

Those who don't say what they mean will live and die by their own sword.

You've just got to trust your instincts and realize that you can't please all the people all the time. You've got to please yourself ultimately in the end.

She'd crossed into a place where truth, even if it was brutal, was all she had to offer.

The game (baseball)was a custom of his clan, and it gave outlet for the homicidal and sides-taking instincts which Babbitt called “patriotism” and “love of sport.

It confirms my idea that you also need more liberal gun laws. Guns lead to a polite society, as we like to say in the United States. And I think that all of western Canada would agree with me.

I got my own sound; nobody sounds like me.

I'm not actually from Compton - I'm from South Central Los Angeles, and my father still lives in the same house I grew up in, so I'm there all the time.

At every step Donald Trump has been - his legitimacy has been questioned.

I like a lot of west coast stuff like Aerial Pink.

Now that I have retired, and even though I wanted to play more, I can always look back and say that at least I won Wimbledon; also, winning the tournament in Rotterdam in 1995

Anger, resentment, envy, and self-pity are wasteful reactions. They greatly drain one's time. They sap energy better devoted to productive endeavors.

At the halfway point of any drunken night, there is a moment when an Indian realizes he cannot turn back toward tradition and that he has no map to guide him toward the future.