Music is only a mystery to people who want it explained. Music and love are the same.

Could it be that first love was the only true love? And that after those first fires had been doused or burned out, men and women chose whom they would love based on worldly needs, and then reenacted the rituals and feelings of that first pure experience - nursed the flames that once burned of their own accord

I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment - we are all defined by something we can’t change.

Music helps us understand where we have come from but, more importantly, what has happened to us.

The passions we cannot control are the ones that define us.

Language allows us to reach out to people, to touch them with our innermost fears, hopes, disappointments, victories. To reach out to people we'll never meet. It's the greatest legacy you could ever leave your children or your loved ones: The history of how you felt.

Succes is really nothing more than the record of failure. To be successful means you must be willing to fail more than anyone else.