Blessed are the cracked, for they let in the light.

When I look back, the fondest memory I have is not really of the Goons. It is of a girl called Julia with enormous breasts.

Money can't buy you happiness but it does bring you a more pleasant form of misery.

Is there anything worn under the kilt? No, it's all in perfect working order.

Ring the bells that still can ring. Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.

At some point in my life I'd honestly hoped love would rescue me from the cold, drafty castle I lived in. But at another point, much earlier I think, I'd quiet…

Let those whose Hearts and Hands are strong Tell eager Tales of mighty Deeds; Enough if my sequestered song To hush'd and twilight Gardens leads! Clear Waters,…