We are just as a good as men are - and maybe better and smarter.

But never have I been a blue calm sea I have always been a storm.

I'm going to be singing Dreams and Rhiannon when I'm 75 - and that's just fine with me. I just hope my chiffon doesn't get tangled in my rocking chair.

My life is a testament to believing that if you want something you can make it happen.

If you have stage fright, it never goes away. But then I wonder: is the key to that magical performance because of the fear?

You know, the man of my dreams might walk round the corner tomorrow. I'm older and wiser and I think I'd make a great girlfriend. I live in the realm of romantic possibility.

My other family is Fleetwood Mac. I don't need the money, but there's an emotional need for me to go on the road again. There's a love there; we're a band of brothers.

I totally believe in magic. Because my life, I think, has been very magic, and magical things have come true for me time after time after time.

Timeless is the creature who is wise. And timeless is the prisoner in disguise.

I believe that there is a certain amount of mysticism that all women should have, that you should never tell all your secrets, that you should never tell everybody all about you.

All I ever wanted Was to know that you were dreaming.

Keep your heart clearAnd transparent, And you willNever be bound.A single disturbed thoughtCreates ten thousand distractions.

Twolegs are mad. Even the smallest kit knows that.

I like my women to be feminine, not sliding into tackles and covered in mud.

I remember leaving the hospital - thinking, 'Wait, are they going to let me just walk off with him? I don't know beans about babies! I don't have a license to do this.' We're just amateurs.

He was bested by a better fighter, ...I didn't feel like he was intimidated. If I made a mistake he would have punished me.

The criterion for what is good is based on whether it relieves someone, brings joy, or soothes a distress.

What do you do if you're in the car and your girlfriend touches your crotch then asks you to remind her to get kitchen scissors?

It is only certain that there is nothing certain, and that nothing is more miserable or more proud than man.

Last hopeless chances have got to work. Nothing makes sense otherwise. You might as well not be alive.

But most it is presumption in us when the help of heaven we count the act of men.