Love ranges from just fascination to something almost spiritual. In the case with my wife Barbara it just keeps growing all the time.

I may be a living legend, but that sure don't help when I've got to change a flat tire.

People often ask me how would I like to be remembered and I answer that I would simply like to be remembered.

Before you go to sleep, do not forget to say thanks for everything good that has happened to you in the last 24 hours.

Whether I'm in London, Sydney or Hong Kong, it makes no difference. There is always someone who knows me. I must be one of the most unloneliest people in the world!

I close my eyes, then I drift away, into the magic night I softly say. A silent prayer, like dreamers do, then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you.

Only the lonely know the way I feel tonight.

Without the word dream, or the concept dream, and without the word blue and the emotions, I would have been really limited in the things I've written and performed.

I've really learned a lot, really learned a lot, love is like a stove, burns you when it's hot

A candy coloured clown they call the sandman Tiptoes into my room every night Just to sprinkle stardust and whisper; "Go to sleep, everything is alright"

Saving nickels, saving dimes, working 'til the sun don't shine, looking forward to happier times.

I don't understand why you're so obsessed with figuring out everything that happens here, like we have to unravel every mystery.

Supermom wasn't a bad job description. The pay was lousy if you were talking about real money. But the payoff was priceless in so many other ways.

I'm who i wasn't yesterday and who i won't be tomorrow.

Las Vegas is the only place I know where money really talks--it says, Goodbye.

We want to go forward, but which way are we facing?

If all you've got is somebody else's stuff that you've lifted, nothing really deep, then it is going to thin out.

If aliens visit us, the outcome would be much as when Columbus landed in America, which didn't turn out well for the Native Americans.

She can't help it,' he said. 'She's got the soul of a poet and the emotional makeup of a junkyard dog.

We sleepwalk through our lives, because how could we live if we were always this awake?

Progress means nothing to presence.