Music is the language of heaven.

If it doesn't come from your heart, music just doesn't work.

Most of our stuff was trial and error. You live with a tape recorder, you turn it on, you play the song and you listen to it.

Songs don't wear out. Good songs are good now. If they were a comfort during those hard times in the past, they'll be a comfort in today's age.

If you pour some music on whatever's wrong, it'll sure help out.

The power of music just kinda kills all those ills; it cures everything and you’ve got more energy just from the music. And, I’ve never seen it fail. It’s good for ya; real good for ya.

Those bad times are important. They give you a chance to practice, listen, take stock, have a life, get your feet back on the ground, and maybe you'll live to tell the story.

If you give it good concentration, good energy, good heart and good performance, the song will play you.

A friend of mine took me to Memphis advised me that I should get in the musicians' union. He gave me a set of drums and said, Stay on the job, son.

The crowd is just as important as the group. It takes everything to make it work.

Drums just always sounded like the most fun part of that good music for me.

The spirituality of your soul will lead to your survival in life.

The joy is in the journey.

Guns are beautiful. But I don't like what they do.

We define a world. We build a house, then after building the house we enter into it and we never leave it.

Live as if you thought that Christ might come at any time.

I think the story of 'Alice in Wonderland' in a way is a reminder that life is frightening, it can shift on you at any moment.

I have nothing against Bosniaks/Islam, but it is the desire to direct political processes that is completely unacceptable.

In another time and place, she might have felt differently, but thinking along those lines was pointless now.

I want to have babies one day but not right now. When I do it I want to do it really well. I want it to be my best project in life.

Wonka: But, Charlie, don't forget what happened to the man who suddenly got everything he always wanted. Charlie: What happened? Wonka: He lived happily ever after.