I just want to make music, I don't want people to talk about me. All I've ever wanted to do was sing. I don't want to be a celebrity. I don't want to be in people's faces, you know, constantly on covers of magazine that I haven't even known I'm on.

I'm into designing houses and interior design. I like change. I like creating things out of nothing.

Chris Kirkpatrick

Writing is an act of faith, not a trick of grammar.

E. B. White

There is no prejudice so strong as that which arises from a fancied exemption from all prejudice.

William Hazlitt

Then there is the other secret. There isn't any symbolysm. The sea is the sea. The old man is an old man. The boy is a boy and the fish is a fish. The shark are all sharks no better and no worse. All the symbolism that people say is shit. What goes beyond is what you see beyond when you know.

Ernest Hemingway

Should we continue to look upwards Is the light we can see in the sky one of those which will presently be extinguished The ideal is terrifying to behold, lost as it is in the depths, small, isolated, a pin-point, brilliant but threatened on all sides by the dark forces that surround it nevertheless, no more in danger than a star in the jaws of the clouds. (Les Miserables)

Victor Hugo

When I think of all the harm the Bible has done, I despair of ever writing anything equal to it.

Oscar Wilde

'Peace Train' is a song I wrote, the message of which continues to breeze thunderously through the hearts of millions. There is a powerful need for people to feel that gust of hope rise up again.

Cat Stevens

Where the voice of the wind calls our wandering feet,Through echoing forest and echoing street,With lutes in our hands ever-singing we roam,All men are our kindred, the world is our home.Our lays are of cities whose lustre is shed,The laughter and beauty of women long dead;The sword of old battles, the crown of old kings,And happy and simple and sorrowful things.What hope shall we gather, what dreams shall we sow?Where the wind calls our wandering footsteps we go.No love bids us tarry, no joy bids us wait:The voice of the wind is the voice of our fate.http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/etext96/gldth10.txt

Sarojini Naidu, Wandering Singer

It is rarely that you see an American writer who is not hopelessly sane.

Margaret Anderson

Love turns, with a little indulgence, to indifference or disgust hatred alone is immortal.

William Hazlitt

I have decided to stick to love...Hate is too great a burden to bear.

Martin Luther King Jr.

I cannot think well of a man who sports with any woman's feelings and there may often be a great deal more suffered than a stander-by can judge of.

Jane Austen