The Dawn is a wild, fair woman, With sunrise in her hair; Look where she stands, with pleading hands, To lure me there.

It is not raining to me, It's raining daffodils; In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on distant hills.

The morning drips her dew for me, Noon spreads an opal canopy. Home-bound, the drifting cloud-crafts rest Where sunset ambers all the west...

Life is so magnificent! How can I grow old?

Why was it that women were expected to restrain our every passion for the sake of propriety, but men couldn't do it even for the sake of the women they loved?

Loneliness kills. It becomes more conspicuous in the crowd.

Every country I've had different hit records, so we have to change the set to fit the country.

I hate high heels, more than anything.

The things that separate the planes are the incisions and the edges of the matter. Each separate layer of cutting or painting is visible and readable as an edge.

If you've got a CD that's not working, just wipe it on your trousers, and if you're not wearing any trousers, put some on

It's hard to be understood when addressing many people at once. How can you ever know if you're being understood? So, I've just started being intelligently provocative. And people take the bait.

You can put a dog in a scene and everyone's going to be better, I guarantee it. And if they're not better, just shoot the dog.

You know you can do more, but everyone expects you to quit.