...what threatens us today in the world of computers and other invasions of privacy is not a national ID card but a number of other things.

I was eating in a Chinese restaurant downtown. There was a dish called Mother and Child Reunion. It's chicken and eggs. And I said, I gotta use that one.

The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenements halls and whispered in the sounds of silence.

Improvisation is too good to leave to chance.

If you can get humor and seriousness at the same time, you've created a special little thing, and that's what I'm looking for, because if you get pompous, you lose everything.

Sail on silver girl Sail on by Your time has come to shine All your dreams are on their way See how they shine Oh, if you need a friend I'm sailing right behind.

I don't feel any pressure from fans. But I'm always in some kind of state of emotional turmoil. I would not describe myself as happy-go-lucky. That's not to say that I'm not happy.

Believing I had supernatural powers, I slammed into a brick wall.

I've got nothing to do today but smile.

Music is forever; music should grow and mature with you, following you right on up until you die.

Someone told me it's all happening at the zoo.

Your brand is the value and magic that's not in your bottle, body or box. It's the inspiration, incense, intent and impact before, within and beyond.

...few young poets [are] testing their poems against the ear. They're writing for the page, and the page, let me tell you, is a cold bed.

the only constant home you can find is within the heart of your true love, its where you can feel safe even when the whole world start collapsing

The secret self knows the anguish of our attachments and assures us that letting go of what we think we must have to be happy is the same as letting go of our unhappiness.

I refuse to engage in an intellectual battle with an unarmed man.

The total amount of money that Wall Street handed out in bonuses last year was double the total income of ALL full-time minimum wage workers. That's obscene.

All great art and literature is propaganda.

You!” she said, stepping forward with a vehement expression and her finger pointed. Heart pounding, I pressed into Al. Funny how he seemed so much safer now. (Newt, Rachel and Al)

The older you get, the more rules they’re gonna try to get you to follow. You just gotta keep livin’ man, l-i-v-i-n’

Chicken pot pie--those are my three favorite things.