How about a cheer — Tom Petty

"Yeah, the world would swing if I were king. Can I help it if I still dream time to time?"

"I dont believe in censorship, but I do believe that an artist has to take some moral responsibility for what he or she is putting out there. And I think a lot of these young kids are going to have to learn the hard way before they realize that you can actually do some damage if youre being careless or frivolous in what youre saying."

"There is no sense in pretending, Your eyes give you away. Something inside you is feeling like I do, Weve said all there is to say."

"I think televisions become a downright dangerous thing. It has no moral barometer whatsoever. If you want to talk about something that is all about money, just watch the television. Its damn dangerous. TV does not care about you or what happens to you. Its downright bad for your health now, and thats not a far-out concept. I think watching the TV news is bad for you. It is bad for your physical health and your mental health. The music business looks like, you know, innocent schoolboys compared to the TV business. They care about nothing but profit."

"You and I will meet again When were least expecting it. One day in some far off place I will recognize your face. I wont say good-bye my friend, For you and I will meet again."

"I know so well the look on your face And theres somethin lucky about this place Theres somethin good comin Just over the hill Somethin good comin I know it will And Im in for the long run Wherever it goes Ridin the river Wherever it goes."

"The wound is the place where the Light enters you."

"yes is a pleasant country... love is a deeper season than reason"

"true lovers in each happening of their hearts live longer than all which and every who"

"What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way."

"Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flower Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God! God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!"

"Unchanged within, to see all changed without, Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt. Yet why at others Wanings shouldst thou fret? Then only mightst thou feel a just regret, Hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy light In selfish forethought of neglect and slight."