Words worth keeping

We should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once.

Life, he realize, was much like a song. In the beginning there is mystery, in the end there is confirmation, but it's in the middle where all the emotion resides to make the whole thing worthwhile.

And I thought about how many people have loved those songs. And how many people got through a lot of bad times because of those songs. And how many people enjoyed good times with those songs. And how much those songs really mean. I think it would be great to have written one of those songs. I bet if I wrote one of them, I would be very proud. I hope the people who wrote those songs are happy. I hope they feel it's enough. I really do because they've made me happy. And I'm only one person.

If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, will answer you: I am here to live out loud.

If you are a dreamer come inIf you are a dreamer a wisher a liarA hoper a pray-er a magic-bean-buyerIf youre a pretender com sit by my fireFor we have some flax golden tales to spinCome in! Come in!

Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.

You are imperfect, permanently and inevitably flawed. And you are beautiful.

I dream my painting and I paint my dream.

Believe in Your HeartBelieve in your heart that you're meant to live a life full of passion, purpose, magic and miracles.

What you do, the way you think, makes you beautiful.

Any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.

If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph:THE ONLY PROOF HE NEEDEDFOR THE EXISTENCE OF GODWAS MUSIC

If you want to really hurt you parents, and you don't have the nerve to be gay, the least you can do is go into the arts. I'm not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possible can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.

As if you were on fire from within.The moon lives in the lining of your skin.