Honesty is such a lonely word. Everyone is so untrue.

Your mother told you all that I could give you was a reputation.

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.

And the only people I fear are those who never have doubts... Save us all from arrogant men, and all the causes they're for.

It feels great to have a #1 album.

Most people you'd tell "I'm gonna be a musician," they'd say, "you're crazy, you're gonna starve, you're gonna be poor, a drug addict, go to jail, you'll never make it, there's too much competition, it's a terrible business," etc. But my chorus teacher in high school said, "you've got what it takes to be a really good professional musician, you should consider it." That was an epiphany for me. So I thought, well, maybe I can help somebody, too.

All she wanted was sax.