How many victims must that be? Slaughtered in vain across the land, And how many struggles must that be? Before we choose to live the profits plan Everybody sing- Every day create your History, Every...

I’m convinced that the world, more than ever, needs the music only you can make. And if it takes extra courage to keep playing in spite of your loss, many will applaud the effort. And...

Dancing is to music what a beloved wife is to her husband. Both of them are so in love, you can’t separate them.

A fit, healthy body—that is the best fashion statement

Dancing is creating a sculpture that is visible only for a moment.

Music is my Salvation. The Dance Floor is my Sanctuary. The Ocean is my Therapist & L.A. is my Personal Playground.

The prize won is only a token; the absolute prize is the positive change your work has made in the communities and across borders.

How beautiful is the experience of dance. It can melt the grief of a heart with its steps of solace.

Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.

Controversy is a last resort for the talentless.

If spirit is the seed, dance is the water of its evolution.

To live is to be musical, starting with the blood dancing in your veins. Everything living has a rhythm. Do you feel your music?

We don’t tell anyone the darker side of things. We’ve been through all the breakups and addictions and all that. But we have a chemistry that no one else in the world has. So we...

Hard to say what’s right when all I wanna do is wrong.

I couldn’t resist him, his eyes were like yours, his hair was exactly the shade of brown.He’s just not as tall, but I couldn’t tell, it was dark and I was lying down.

People ask me how I make music. I tell them I just step into it. It’s like stepping into a river and joining the flow. Every moment in the river has its song.

Oh, I can’t help quoting you, because everything that you said rings true.

I’d rather be a comma than a full stop.

Authors can write stories without people assuming that they are autobiographies, but songwriters and poets are often considered to be the characters in their works. I like Michelangelo’s vision, ‘I saw the angel in the...

Each song is a child I nourish and give my love to. But even if you have never written a song, your life is a song. How can it not be?

Her silhouette never has regrets.

reality sucks, that’s probably why we dream. Why our bodies need sleep. So we can escape. Escape this earth, at least just for a little while. Everynight, we get to go away. Sleep is the...

If our cultural lives are sick, it is likely to be an impediment to our spiritual lives. Much popular culture promotes a spirit of restlessness. That is likely to be an obstacle to prayer, to...

We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams.

sometimes music isn’t just a bunch of sounds and lyrics, sometimes it’s more than that: a time machine…

I’ve found that no matter what life throws at me, music softens the blow.

Music is much like fucking, but some composers can’t climax and others climax too often, leaving themselves and the listener jaded and spent.

There are two kinds of artists left: those who endorse Pepsi and those who simply won’t.

With my guitar, I could write my own stories, my own poems, and my own destiny. No one could take away the feelings, the emotions or the truth of my notes. They could hide secrets...

There’s something lyrical about an eternal truth. It’s a graceful riff. A free-flowing melody. Light and airy, it floats all around you. And when it lands on your ears, when you hear it for the...

We simply can’t feel fulfilled by love we pay for.

So I would choose to be with you,That’s if the choice were mine to make,But you can make decisions too,And you can have this heart to break

Words make you think. Music makes you feel. A song makes you feel a thought.

Those guys who want to have the Mohawk…which, to me, is the new business casual.

The hurt is the place where the music enters you.

So I forced myself to step out of my comfort zone and go out and connect with people. I realised that no one knew me here. I could become whoever I wanted to be for...

This is almost always the case: A piece of art receives its f(r)ame when found offensive.

Music expresses feeling, that is to say, gives shape and habitation to feeling, not in space but in time. To the extent that music has a history that is more than a history of its...

I was hoping we could just listen to Jimmy Eat World and forget we ever grew up.

Eddie Money and Johnny Cash should have collaborated. I’d have paid good last name to see them in concert.

Musicians have always had a better understanding of love than the rest of us. Over the years they have told us that love: is like a rock, is here to stay, is all you need,...

You know, just because you think bubblegum pop on the radio represents all that is wrong with society, that doesn’t mean there’s not someone out there who needs that shitty pop song. Maybe that shitty...

We stood there for a minute or two, with John swaying gently against my arm. ‘I’m feeling better,’ he announced. Then he looked up at the stars. ‘Wow..’ he intoned. ‘Look at that! Isn’t that...

Three films a day, three books a week and records of great music would be enough to make me happy to the day I die.

Im not going to change my ways, just to please you or appease you, inside a crowd five billion proud willing to punch it out, right, wrong, weak strong, ashes to ashes all fall down.

If love played an instrument, I’ll bet it would be the piano. 88 keys, double infinity, and the ability to chop down trees with a sharpened mustache.

Stop talking to me!” An I love you disguised as “Stairway to Heaven” isn’t more romantic. Not unless you’re Helen Keller and I’m a slinky.

Yeah, you’re a regular Mozart…well, except for the whole music thing.

Music eliminates my gravity. When I’m singing, I’m a ravenous pterodactyl. I’m alive and free and hungry, and I know who I am. But the flood is coming; it’s weighing me down, making me prisoner...

Cold,cold water,surrounds me now,and all I’ve got is your hand.