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

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...

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.

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.

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?

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.

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

Controversy is a last resort for the talentless.

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

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...

I used to dream, and I used to vow;I wouldn’t dream of it now.

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...

If one should desire to know whether a kingdom is well governed, if its morals are good or bad, the quality of its music will furnish the answer.

Leaders do not die with their music on their tongues unsung. They provide services that make them unleash their God-given potentials!

There’ll be no more music, Father. But there’ll be this!” He stepped into the dark, picked up the knife, and held it under their noses. “Go home. Tell your people what you saw and heard...

Right there in that room, listening to the tape Laura gave me, I decided that I wanted something more than what I’d allowed myself to become. Listening to the voices and piano notes fade in...

I wrote a song called “Stinky Sodomite.” It isn’t a pop song, a historical song, or a song condemning homosexuality. Rather, it is a children’s song that teaches them how to count. In fact, the...

An unalterable and unquestioned law of the musical world required that the German text of French operas sung by Swedish artists should be translated into Italian for the clearer understanding of English-speaking audiences.

…and – holy shit was this song bad. It was like the singer was stabbing my ear with a dagger made of dried turds.

Love isn’t stackable and interlocking, like boxes or Legos. Love is like a one-legged man standing on a three-legged chair that is placed on top of a two-legged piano. I should know, because I’m the...

If you were to ask me what kind of musical sound I aspire to produce, that noise would be a wet nipple sliding across a cheese grater. I’m a sucker for love songs.

I write music—for whales. You can’t hear it, but rest assured, it’s excellent. Mostly they’re love songs. Listen with your heart—but be careful, because my songs have an irregular beat.

Love is friendship set to music

The houses have been condemned on Memory LaneI’m tired of this struggle that leaves everything the sameI’ve tried so hard to make it workthat I’m dying insideWell, you can take my pastBut you can’t have...

Sometimes I just want to paint the words “It’s my fault” across my forehead to save people the time of being pissed off at me.

He has heard, and causes those with ears to hear, even today, what we shall not see until the end of time – the whole context of Providence. As though in the light of this...

Don’t be a drag.Just be a queen.

Even though we all know something,There is a lot more to it.

I think there’s no greater joy than completing a song out of thin air. It’s like inventing something, but it’s invisible, you know? It’s weird. It amazes me. You can send it out in the...

This empty kitchen’s whereI’d while away the hoursJust next to my old chairYou’d usually have some flowersThe shelves of booksEven the picture hooksEverything is goneBut my heart is hanging onIf this old neighborhoodSurvived us both...

Sir, I cannot sing. I have no formal training. I do not read music. And I know this is a church – but I play a mean harmonica.

I can chase you, and I can catch you,but there is nothing I can do to make you mine.

Rejection is one thing – but rejection from a fool is cruel.

When you sleepI will creepInto your thoughtsLike a bad debtThat you can’t payTake the easy wayand give in!

Art in relation to life is nothing more than a glove turned inside out. It seems to have the same shapes and contours, but it can never be used for the same purpose. Art teaches...

To dance to fey music is the beginning of the end.

As early as 1930 Schoenberg wrote: “Radio is an enemy, a ruthless enemy marching irresistibly forward, and any resistance is hopeless”; it “force-feeds us music . . . regardless of whether we want to hear...

Peace is a conscious choice.