Sadness isn't sadness. It's happiness in a black jacket. Tears are not tears. They're balls of laughter dipped in salt. Death is not death. It's life that's jumped off a tall cliff.

It's a lifelong gift, something you can call on at any time.

My stepmother sold my birth certificate and someone asked why I didn't buy it back. I don't know, really. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. It was mine. It cost me nothing and suddenly I had to buy it back.

John's time and effort were, in the main, spent on pretty honorable stuff. As for the other side, well, nobody's perfect, nobody's Jesus. And look what they did to him.

I go back so far I'm in front of me.

There must be a better way to make the things we want, a way that doesn't spoil the sky, or the rain or the land

If You can play Your stuff in a pub, then You´re a good band.