Lover please do not fall to your knees it's not like I believe in everlasting love

If I don't have an outlet in which to express myself...throug h songwriting or other mediums...I get a bit jittery.

A friend is a friend forever And a good one will never leave, never

I'm a bit of a magpie: whatever I see or hear or read feeds into the songs.

Oh! To not need cognitive justification for every single thing. Wouldn't that be a life?

I was an incredibly misanthrope. I couldn't relate to people my age, and I'm not sure why, as I wasn't particularly smart or interesting

I feel sometimes that I'm in a constant state of being lost in translation, and I guess that why I write songs.

Womanhood is something you don't consider until it hits you.

Age is relative. Experience is relative. And I think often intensity is confused with maturity.

It took a lot of time and practice for me to realise that there's no point trying to be something you're not.

No one starts playing my kind of music to make a fortune. But I do want to keep doing what I do and I do want to continue selling records. And I would, eventually, quite like some money.

People don't get to choose their family, but if you have the family you would choose - that's happiness.

Love is a strange creature that no man can understand

Future public education will require involvement and collaboration among various local, civic, private and nonprofit entities, a concept I like to refer to as 'community entrepreneurship.'

The pious pretense that evil does not exist only makes it vague, enormous and menacing.

MAN, n. An animal so lost in rapturous contemplation of what he thinks he is as to overlook what he indubitably ought to be.

Fearlessness begets happiness, which begets creativity, which begets innovation, which begets profits.

The writer concerned more with technique than truth becomes a technician, not an artist.

Enlightenment is not about being political. It is not a social club. Ashrams often turn into that, I know. Societies of enlightenment often just become cliques.

I think that the good and the great are only separated by the willingness to sacrifice.

Mystery such as is given of God is beyond the power of human penetration, yet not in opposition to it.