You know the Prince song where the girl's phone rings but she tells him, "whoever's calling couldn't be as cute as you?" I long to live out this moment in real life.

When we die, we will turn into songs, and we will hear each other and remember each other.

Our lives were just beginning, our favorite moment was right now, our favorite songs were unwritten.

There are all kinds of mix tapes. there is always a reason to make one.

One of Renee's friends asked her, "Does your boyfriend wear glasses?" She said, "No, he wears a Walkman.

A song nobody likes is a sad thing. But a love song nobody likes is hardly a thing at all.

I was totally clueless about social interaction, and completely scared of girls. All I knew was that music was going to make girls fall in love with me.

It was bewildering and humbling to keep discovering how many brave things people can fail to talk themselves out of doing.

I'd shut the whole world down just to tell you

And being a husband made me helpless, because I had somebody to protect (somebody a little high-strung, who had a tough time emotionally with things like the lights going out indefinitely).

The songs were all either fast or sad. Because all songs should be either fast or sad.

There is something good in all seeming failures. You are not to see that now. Time will reveal it. Be patient.

When humor works, it works because it's clarifying what people already feel. It has to come from someplace real.

You expect far too much of a first sentence. Think of it as analogous to a good country breakfast: what we want is something simple, but nourishing to the imagination.

I'm not frightened of appearing vulnerable.

I've been texting for a year with a couple of guys without ever going on a date with them.

Deep inside, I am desperate to do comedy.

In 1959 the University recognized our work by appointing me to a new Chair of Radio Astronomy.

Soon the child learns that there are strangers, and ceases to be a child.

The most tremendous genius raised Mozart above all masters, in all centuries and in all the arts.

Thou whoreson, senseless villain!