Not everybody has things that become classics.

Music's staying power is a function of how timeless the lyrics, song and production are.

The Internet is both great and terrible. As a source of information, a tool for delivering music and art, it's great. But spamming ads and piracy of music is terrible. It's stealing.

I'm developing artists for my new record label, my son's band, Intangible, being one of them.

Fly me high through the starry skies or maybe to an astral plane, cross the highways of fantasy, help me to forget today's pain.

We lived on a farm in the English countryside, where we wrote a lot of our music. You really were treated like an artist during those days-not like product, which is now the mode.

In 1972, George Harrison invited me to accompany him on a trip to India.

I will be developing artists for my new label. The rest is in God's Hands.

No one likes to work for free. To copy an artist's work and download it free is stealing. It's hard work writing and recording music, and it's morally wrong to steal it.

I didnt develop or build synths. I had my technicians modify them for my live stage performances.

I always wanted to do something completely different.

See with the eyes of love and a thing becomes beautiful. See with the eyes of hate and things are ugly.

woman-another word for beginning.another word for revolution.another word for healing.another word for being.another word for me.

Religion is the search for ultimate meaning.

It's time to "stop being ambivalent." ... They (groups like the Islamic State) have no ideology beyond violence and chaos and the slaughter of innocent people.

If we continue to set human borders and the economy as our highest priorities, we will never come to grips with the destructiveness of our activities and institutions.

When people are free to do as they please, they usually imitate each other.

We are all born with the power of speech, but we need grammar. Conscience, too, needs Revelation.

Like many air travelers, I am aware that airplanes fly aided by capricious fairies and invisible strings.

I always wanted to be the best and to get the most out of myself.

Words are as beautiful as wind horses, and sometimes as difficult to corral.