The music echoes in the emptiness. It reminds us where we came from and where we’re bound.

And here's to the blues, the real blues— where there's a hint of hope in every cry of desperation.

We start our lives with blues . . . with music. It's our first language. It's the rhythm of the womb. It's your mama's heartbeat inside your head.

You got infinite channels and limitless rhymes, but the riddles of livin' stay undefined?

The music plays . . . and your sense of reality is heightened to a dream.

Your muse ain't singin' on your MTV? Can't even see him on your HD TV?

Grief is like a splinter deep into every fingertip

Thanksgiving creates abundance.

The goal is not to turn kids into your kind of adult, but rather better adults than you have been.

I loved moustaches. I used to draw myself with one. When I was 14, I was really into war and Van Gogh.

I hardly see myself as a futurist.

A writer falls in love with an idea and gets carried away.

The American Dream is that dream of a land in which life should be better and richer and fuller for everyone, with opportunity for each according to ability or achievement.

I don't rule out the possibility of legislating a Carbon Pollution Reduction Scheme, a market-based mechanism.

Dance when the moon sings, and don't cry about troubles that haven't yet come. (Moon Called)

Sci-fi films are the epic films of the day because we can no longer put 10,000 extras in the scene - but we can draw thousands of aliens with computers.