November’s a burn and an ache.

It's linkage I'm talking about, and harmonies and structures, And all the various things that lock our wrists to the past.

The music of memory has its own pitch,/which not everyone hears.

It’s up there, and you can see the front of it. But what it is isn’t what you’re looking at. It’s behind what you’re looking at.

How sweet the past is, no matter how wrong, or how sad. How sweet is yesterday's noise

It may not be written in any book, but it is written - You can't go back, you can't repeat the unrepeatable.

Some people have everything Other people don't But everything don't mean a thing If it ain't the thing you want

If you want great tranquility/ It's hard work and a long walk

Poetry is the dark side of the moon.

Our dreams are luminous, a cast fire upon the world. Morning arrives and that's it. Sunlight darkens the earth.

The ache for anything is a thick dust in the heart.

The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. - Romeo

If you are in business, you are not enjoying. You are working.

I still follow Chelsea's fortunes.

If you show up in L.A. with your shirt inside out or socks mismatched, people start putting change in your cup.

How do you shoot a 150-day movie? You shoot it one day at a time.

Well Being is my birthright.

Many people fail not so much because of their mistakes; they fail because they are afraid to try.

We are incredibly heedless in the formation of our beliefs, but if someone tries to take them from us, we defend them with almost an illicit passion.

Lying about things large and small has become so accepted by so many that they even lie about lying.

Everything is perfect, but there is a lot of room for improvement.