...those works that don't touch the heart, it seems to me, miss the true aim of Art.

Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.

But, in her life, nothing was going to happen. Such was the will of God! The future was a dark corridor, and at the far end the door was bolted.

As for the piano, the faster her fingers flew over it, the more he marveled. She struck the keys with aplomb and ran from one end of the keyboard to the other without a stop.

She was as sated with him as he was tired of her. Emma had rediscovered in adultery all the banality of marriage.

The smooth folds of her dress concealed a tumultuous heart, and her modest lips told nothing of her torment. She was in love.

An infinity of passion can be contained in one minute, like a crowd in a small space.

Of all the icy blasts that blow on love, a request for money is the most chilling.

Financial demands, of all the rough winds that blow upon our love, (are) quite the coldest and the most biting.

And she felt as though she had been there, on that bench, for an eternity. For an infinity of passion can be contained in one minute, like a crowd in a small space.

One's duty is to feel what is great, cherish the beautiful, and not accept all the conventions of society with the ignominy that it imposes upon us.

The best way to be happy is to make someone else happy.

Death focuses the mind on the things that really matter: why are we here, and what should we do?

I have a hard time writing music when I'm on tour.

Each step in life has been another step in an area that was a challenge, that is highly satisfying and that gives you a great sense of pride afterwards.

You'd think that radio was around long enough that someone would have coined a word for staring into space.

If you want to deal with me, email is the way you do it. Working via email means that everything I do is searchable. I can go back and check out discussion threads from more than 15 years ago.

It may be true that the law cannot make a man love me, but it can keep him from lynching me, and I think that's pretty important.

It is blessedness for yourself and others if you are happy.

Nothing limits achievement like small thinking; nothing expands possibilities like unleashed imagination.

I had the feeling that some horrible image was just beyond the field of vision, moving, as I turned my head, so that I never quite saw it.