And he paddled away in his douche canoe.

The best way to get even with anyone is to put them in the rearview mirror on your way to something better.

I will be waiting by candlelight in our tree house of the mind.

I mean, when the world comes for your children, with the knives out, it's your job to stand in the way.

All the world is made of music. We are all strings on a lyre. We resonate. We sing together.

Music [is] the third rail of life. You grabbed it to shock yourself out of the dull drag of hours. To feel something. To burn with all the emotions you didn't get to experience in the ordinary run of school, TV, and loading the dishwasher after dinner.

Work and pray, live on hay, youll get pie in the sky when you die.