Forced to recognize our inhumanity, our reason coexists with our insanity. And though we choose between reality and madness, it’s either sadness or euphoria.
I hope it does not take the rest of my life until I find what it is I’ve been looking for.
I won’t be righteous again. I’m not sure anymore.
I see the winos talking to themselves and I can understand.
We all have a face that we hide away forever, and we take them out and show ourselves when everyone has gone.
I’ve learned to dance with a hand in my pants.
I’ve lived long enough to have learned, the closer you get to the fire, the more you get burned.
No end to sorrow, caused by the same endless fears. Why can’t we learn from all we’ve been through after two thousand years?
The graduations hang on the wall, but they never really helped us at all.
There’s always a place for the angry young man with his fist in the air and his head in the sand. He’s never been able to learn from mistakes, he can’t understand why his heart always breaks.
Critics have said I write without spontaneity, in cold blood. I don’t. I write in hot blood.
Honesty is the best part of any art form. If you don’t have that, you’re kidding yourself and your listener.
I’m single but interviewing.
You’ve got your passion. You’ve got your pride. But don’t you know that only fools are satisfied? Dream on, but don’t imagine they’ll all come true.
Maybe this won’t last very long but you feel so right and I could be wrong. Maybe I’ve been hoping too hard. I’ve gone this far and it’s more than I hope for.
We might be laughing a bit too loud, but that never hurt no one.
I was drawn to boxing because I got beat up as a kid. I was the kid with the piano books in a New York neighbourhood.
We are living in a time when American popular music is finally being recognized as one of our most successful exports. The demand is huge.
When I was a young musician, the only option available to pursue secondary education in music was to attend a classical conservatory.
I have been both praised and criticized. The criticism stung, but the praise sometimes bothered me even more. To have received such praise and honors has always been puzzling to me.