The Internet is overrated. It's much smaller an innovation than people think it is. I don't think it's changed the way anybody makes music.

I'm just the mere shadow of my former selfishness. I crave the silhouette of your kiss.

I used to be disgusted; now I try to be amused.

I believe that music is connected by human passions and curiosities rather than by marketing strategies.

I feel like a juggler running out of hands.

I can't say anymore than I love you. Anything else would be a waste of breath.

Don't wear your heart on your sleeve when your remarks are off the cuff.

The radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools tryin' to anesthetize the way that you feel.

And I don't feel any form of music is beyond me in the sense of that I don't understand it or I don't have some love for some part of it.

Women hear rhythm differently than men.

Maybe I just never learned my harmony part, because what everybody says sounds odd to them sounds perfectly natural to me.

Until you become who you are supposed to become, you will never live how you are supposed to live. Start acting like who you are supposed to become and not who you are now

People who know how to creatively break the rules also know why the rules were there in the first place.

When you‟re taught from birth that you don‟t matter in any way, that your wants and even needs are irrelevant, then of course you‟ll struggle to value yourself.

Like a dying ember, the child in us can flare up again when we least expect it..

I think the extreme complexity of medicine has become more than an individual clinician can handle. But not more than teams of clinicians can handle.

The unwillingness to be accountable to a spouse makes most men, and now women, vulnerable to sin in their lives.

The removal of untouchability is one of the highest expressions of ahimsa.

Women want to see the truth. They don't want to see some perfect girl.

My folks are economists and have taught economics and social science so I grew up with those kind of conversations around the dinner table.

The artist can within limits make what he likes of his life... It is only the artist, and maybe the criminal, who can make his own.