When you've done something, certainly if you create a piece of music, you then hear it with fresh ears when you play it for somebody else.

There is a magic in some books / That sucks a man into connections / With the spirits hard to touch / That join him to his kind.

How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat?

Wish You Were Here So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, Blue skys from pain. Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade Your heros for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange A walk on part in the war For a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl, Year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.

Doctor Doctor what is wrong with me This supermarket life is getting long What is the heart life of a colour TV What is the shelf life of a teenage queen

Everybody's got somewhere they call home.

People are encouraged by what I do. You can feel it. I feel it. People are ready to embrace their humanity and to embrace the rest of the human race. People are ready for the idea that we're all brothers and sisters and that we need to cooperate with one another.