HUEY LEWIS 1950 – – – “The Power of Love” “The Heart of Rock & Roll” “Do You Believe in Love” “I Want a New Drug”
NEW YORK was the inspiration for “The Heart of Rock & Roll” & “Workin for a Living.” There are a lot of songs in the streets of New York.
I KNOW my choices will be creative so long as I follow my heart.
YOU ONLY go from nowhere to everywhere once. Let’s enjoy it.
THE POWER OF LOVE is a curious thing, make one man weep, make another man sing. Change a hawk to a little white dove, more than a feeling, that’s the power of love.
WHEN YOU GET IN THE POCKET, there is a place where the music begins to play itself. When you can find that spot, it’s the best feeling in the world.
IT’S TRUE, I DO LIKE CHEERING PEOPLE UP.
JEAN COCTEAU “Beauty & the Beast” “Orpheus” 1889-1963
WHAT THE PUBLIC CRITICIZES IN YOU, CULTIVATE. IT IS YOU.
ART IS A MARRIAGE OF THE CONSCIOUS AND THE UNCONSCIOUS.
ONE MUST NOT MISTAKE MAJORITY FOR TRUTH.
STYLE is a simple way of saying complicated things.
THE ability to laugh heartily is the sign of a healthy soul.
THE ARTIST is a kind of prison from which the works of art escape.
MIRRORS SHOULD THINK LONGER BEFORE THEY REFLECT.
LIVING IS A HORIZONTAL FALL.
NOTHING ever gets anywhere. The earth keeps turning round and gets nowhere. The moment is the only thing that counts.
A LITTLE TOO MUCH IS JUST ENOUGH FOR ME.
FRENCH PEOPLE ARE ITALIAN PEOPLE IN A BAD MOOD.
I ENJOY CATS because I enjoy my home and little by little, they become its visible soul.
WE SHELTER AN ANGEL WITH US. WE MUST BE THE GUARDIANS OF THAT ANGEL.
THERE IS no such thing as love; only proof of love.
THE ONLY WAY TO KILL DEATH IS THROUGH PHOTOGRAPHY.
THE POET IS A LIAR WHO ALWAYS SPEAKS THE TRUTH.
WE MUST BELIEVE IN LUCK. How else can we explain the success of those we don’t like?
THE EYES OF THE DEAD are closed gently; we also have to open gently the eye of the living.
THE PRETTIEST DRESSES ARE WORN TO BE TAKEN OFF.
BEAUTY CANNOT BE RECOGNIZED WITH A CURSORY GLANCE.
LYING is the only art form that the public sanctions and instinctively prefers to reality.
POETRY IS A RELIGION WITH NO HOPE.
SINCE THE DAY OF MY BIRTH, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me without hurrying.
ART IS NOT A PASTIME BUT A PRIESTHOOD.
THE EXTREME LIMIT OF WISDOM, that’s what the public calls madness.
THE JOB OF THE YOUNG IS TO DISOBEY.
TACT IN AUDACITY is knowing how far you can go without going too far.
APPRECIATION OF ART is a moral erection, otherwise mere dilettantism.
EVERY DAY IN THE MIRROR I WATCH DEATH AT WORK.
MAY THE DEVIL HIMSELF SPLATTER YOU WITH DUNG.
I ONLY FEAR THE DEATH OF OTHERS. For me, true death is that of the people I love.
THE PUBLIC ONLY TAKES UP YESTERDAY AS A STICK TO BEAT TODAY.
THE JOB OF THE POET (a job which can’t be learned) consists of placing objects of the visible world which have become invisible due to the glue of habit, in an unusual position which strikes the soul and gives it a tragic force.
BEAUTY makes one lose one’s head. Poetry is born of this decapitation.
EVERYTHING one does in life, even love, occurs in an express train racing toward death. To smoke opium is to get out of the train while it is still moving. It is to concern oneself with something other than life or death.
THE POET PAUL ELUARD says that to understand my film version of “Beauty & the Beast”, you must love your dog more than your car.
BILL WATTERSON 1958- – – Author “Calvin and Hobbes”
THAT’S ONE OF THE REMARKABLE THINGS ABOUT LIFE. IT’S NEVER SO BAD THAT IT CAN’T GET WORSE.
WE’RE SO BUSY watching out for what’s just ahead of us that we don’t take time to enjoy where we are.
I’M NOT A vegetarian! I’m a dessertarian!
I’M RELATED TO PEOPLE I DON’T RELATE TO.
THE PROBLEM WITH PEOPLE IS THAT THEY’RE ONLY HUMAN.
TO INVENT YOUR OWN LIFE’S MEANING IS NOT EASY, but it’s still allowed, and I think you’ll be happier for the trouble.
TO EVERYONE EVERYWHERE HAVE A HAPPY!