Love after divorce is all about showing and sharing with my son what is good and right in life!

There's nightingales calling, shooting stars falling, like jewels in the rain.

You can't just be reactive to the things going on in your life. You have to imagine, and you have to plunder other people's work, books, poems, ideas, observations.

I guess I'm just a heart-on-sleeve type of human being.

That's what music is for me. It's a place to go to.

I don't really know why I'm such an emotional person, that's just how I was born. It's a problem. It's not easy to be married to me.

In the creative act, you kind of reach down and look for things that will, when put together, create an emotional effect.

I find everything a struggle.

October's gold is dim — the forests rot, The weary rain falls ceaseless, while the day Is wrapped in damp.

I'm absolutely flooded with a raucous energy to get out into the world and tell my story again. I feel like this is spring. After a period of shriveling, out come the leaves.

I don't know where emotion emanates from exactly. I'm full of it, that's all I know.

If you win, you need not have to explain...If you lose, you should not be there to explain!

My ideas come when I least expect it, so I've always got to have a studio nearby or close by somewhere.

Change your thinking, and you will change your life.

O sweet September, thy first breezes bring The dry leaf's rustle and the squirrel's laughter, The cool fresh air whence health and vigor spring And promise of exceeding joy hereafter.

Holy is the Bible word for all that makes God different from us, in particular his awesome power and purity.

Are those cat hairs on your lapel, or have you been dating a blonde with a crew cut?

The greatest challenge facing mankind is the challenge of distinguishing reality from fantasy, truth from propaganda.

You can't be afraid to do good in case evil results.

In fact, I had the idea because of Peter Falk. I saw my dad watching a Peter Falk movie and something clicked in my head. I gotta go make a movie for Peter Falk and me

That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,-- Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.