Only in Canada could somebody with a voice like mine win 'Vocalist of the Year'.

There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in.

We are not mad. We are human.We want to love, and someone must forgive us for the paths we take to love, for the paths are many and dark, and we are ardent and cruel in our journey.

I don't consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.

I greet you from the other side of sorrow and despair, with a love so vast and shattered it will reach you everywhere.

I wish I could say everything in one word. I hate all the things that can happen between the beginning of a sentence and the end.

We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made. In love we disappear.

May you be surrounded by friends and family, and if this is not your lot, may the blessings find you in your solitude.

We are so small between the stars, so large against the sky.

You live your life as if it's real.......a thousand kisses deep

Reality is one of the possibilities I cannot afford to ignore

There's no saving him from his deep hole. There's no saving me from my black slug.

Be still:There is no longer any need of comment.It was a lucky windThat blew away his halo with his cares, A lucky sea that drowned his reputation.

There are people with their iPads are taking pictures so much that they're not experiencing the moment. They go home and look at the pictures later.

You can't come up against the world's most powerful intelligence agencies and not accept the risk. If they want to get you, over time they will.

Once I grew from 6'1' to about 6'6', by that time I was going into 12th grade, and that's when I started wanting to play basketball, because, pretty much basketball players always got the girl.

There cannot be true democracy unless women's voices are heard. There cannot be true democracy unless women are given the opportunity to take responsibility for their own lives.

After macrobiotics, Zen, and channeling, the "poor Vanishing Indian" is once more the subject of "deep and meaningful conversation" in the high rises.

Loving someone meant letting them be who they were, not caging them

The Monkees are to the Beatles what 'Star Trek' is to NASA. They are both totally valid in their contexts.

Genius now and then produces a lucky trifle. We still read the Dove of Anacreon, and Sparrow of Catullus; and a writer naturally pleases himself with a performance which owes nothing to the subject.