She had blue skin. And so did he. He kept it hid, And so did she. They searched for blue Their whole life through, Then passed right by - And never knew.

I asked the Zebra, are you black with white stripes? Or white with black stripes? And the zebra asked me, Are you good with bad habits? Or are you bad with good habits?

When the light turns green, you go. When the light turns red, you stop. But what do you do when the light turns blue with orange and lavender spots?

Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.

Thanksgiving dinner's sad and thankless. Christmas dinner's dark and blue. When you stop and try to see it From the turkey's point of view.

There are no happy endings. Endings are the saddest part, So just give me a happy middle And a very happy start.

Never explain what you do. It speaks for itself. You only muddle it by talking about it.

What did the carrot say to the wheat? Lettuce rest, I'm feeling beet.

And all the colors I am inside have not been invented yet.

But all the magic I have known I've had to make myself.

I can be someone's and still be my own.

So that, logically, in the brief time allotted to us, we should be as kind to one another as is humanly possible and face the harsh facts of reality without fear or flinching.

Treat me as I am, and that I shall remain.Treat me as I wish to be, and that I shall become.

I worked with Lawrence Olivier some years ago. He was a great mentor.

I think we have got to put fire under the feet of all kinds of people.

Engineers at General Motors have developed a revolutionary new engine whose only function is to lubricate itself.

The piece of music is nothing without the act of interpretation. That is the only way it can live, and it's a totally abstract thing.

Recognizing your own ignorance is the first step toward wisdom.

In placing civil disobedience before constructive work I was wrong and I did not profit by the Himalayan blunder that I had committed.

As part of Depeche Mode, I don't think it's right for me to be using my own songs for a solo project. I'm not a very prolific songwriter, so I keep those for Depeche Mode.

Who does not wish to be beautiful, and clever, and rich, and to have back, in old age, the time spent trying to be any of them.