I've been thinking about Jesus. Don't you find it a bit strange that, since He was living with His family and all, He up and left them just when they needed him most?

To sing is to bring to life; impossible if the words are mediocre, however good the music.

When you reach the top, you should remember to send the elevator back down for the others.

My conservatory is in the streets. My intelligence is instinct.

I was hungry. I was cold. But I was also free. Free not to get up in the morning, not to go to bed at night, free to get drunk if I liked, to dream... to hope.

All I've done all my life is disobey.

I wouldn't mind at all coming back to earth after my death.