They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.

We're captive on the carousel of time, we can't return we can only look behind.

Keep a good heart. That's the most important thing in life. It's not how much money you make or what you can acquire. The art of it is to keep a good heart.

When the world becomes a massive mess with nobody at the helm, it's time for artists to make their mark.

Chase away the demons, and they will take the angels with them.

We are stardust, we are golden and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.

Freedom to me is a luxury of being able to follow the path of the heart, to keep the magic in your life. Freedom is necessary for me in order to create, and if I cannot create I don’t feel alive.

Depression can be the sand that makes the pearl. Most of my best work came out of it.

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels The dizzy dancing way you feel As every fairy tale comes real I've looked at love that way.

Ira Gershwin, shame on him. I mean, some of the writing.

All my battles were with male egos. I’m just looking for equality, not to dominate. But I want to be able to control my vision.

Love changes what is probable and makes unlikely things possible.

In an endless jungle of websites with text-based content, a beautiful image with a lot of space and colour can be like walking into a clearing. It's a relief.

I would like to visit with people who are so interesting and so... and there are so many wonderful people out there that I would love to have the chance to talk to for a longer time.

I look more to the future. That's where my head is at.

For the wakeful one whose mind is quiet, whose thoughts are undisturbed, who has relinquished judgement and blame, there is no fear.

This is a tournament. The others are all championships.

Canada is either an idea or it does not exist. It is either an intellectual undertaking or it is little more than a resource-rich vacuum lying in the buffer zone just north of a great empire.

Music has no race. It appeals to everybody.

The reality we can put into words is never reality itself.

I think art comes from some sense of discomfort with the world, some sense of not quite fitting with it.