Writing is a great love of mine.

Shh! Don't talk with your mouth full.

People come and people go, moving fast and moving slow, I'm in a crowd and yet I'm all alone.

When I look back on my life, I wonder how I survived - my mother said I had a guardian angel.

Many people have fond memories of 'The Monkees.' I fondly remember it, too.

Is there a God? No. God is a verb, not a noun.

I'm now learning how to distinguish when I'm acting and when I'm not acting - offstage as well as onstage.

Yeah I did put my clothes on, but my clothes took off... Could it be my clothes are putting me on??

The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame is not a public democratic organization; it's a private club basically. It's like a private golf club and they decide who they're going to let in the club.

And singing is a physical thing - your vocal cords are these muscles.

The Monkees are to the Beatles what 'Star Trek' is to NASA. They are both totally valid in their contexts.

One cannot take a coward on dangerous missions or trust one’s fortune to a fool. How then are cowards and fools to be employed?

Perhaps she wasn't ill at all in the end, but simply more revealed.

You can't please everybody. You'd be crazy if you're trying to. So take some time out to do some things for yourself.

When I write, what I long for is not more realism or fiction but more courage. That's what I always find myself short on and what I have to struggle to achieve in order that the work might live.

As social beings we live with our eyes upon our reflection, but have no assurance of the tranquillity of the waters in which we see it.

The slovenliness of our language makes it easier for us to have foolish thoughts.

I don't believe in lowest common denominators. Our focus has been on delivering value. We're rarely going to be the cheapest theater in a market. We strive to be the best.

. . . I was rich, if not in money, in sunny hours and summer days. . . .

Opportunities flit by while we sit regretting the chances we have lost, and the happiness that comes to us we heed not, because of the happiness that is gone.

The soul of the world is nourished by people's Happiness.