Quotes and Lyrics by Cat Stevens

I listen to my words, but they fall far below
I let my music take me, where my heart wants to go

I listen to the Wind, to the wind of my soul
Where I'll end up, well I think only God really knows

It is strange with how little notice, good, bad, or indifferent, a man may live and die in London.

If you're curious, London's an amazing place.

I've often thought a blind man could find his way through London simply by gauging the changes in innuendo: mild through Trafalgar Square, less veiled towards the river.

I have nothing against Orlando, though you are, of course, far more likely to get shot or robbed there than in London.

I don't miss London much. I find it crowded, vast and difficult to get around. Cabs are incredibly expensive.

London. The beating heart of England.

England is my home. London is my home. New York feels like, if I have to spend a year living in an unfamiliar city, this is a pretty lovely one to spend a year in, but I will be going home at the end of it, certainly.

Fashion needs fresh blood, and London is the most creative place for that.

Look at London or Paris: they're both filthy. You don't get that in Tokyo. The proud residents look after their city.

By seeing London, I have seen as much of life as the world can show.

I love to come to L.A. to visit, and then I like to come to rainy old London because it's home.

In London I feel free; nobody bothers anyone and everyone is free to express themselves.

There's nowhere else like London. Nothing at all, anywhere.

The best creative no longer has to originate in Chicago or London; it will be coming from Stockholm, Tokyo, and Seoul as well.

Songs are as sad as the listener.

One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.

Music is a total constant. That's why we have such a strong visceral connection to it, you know? Because a song can take you back instantly to a moment, or a place, or even a person. No matter what else has changed in your or the world, that one song says the same, just like that moment.

Music is reflection of self

"Ah, music"' he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here!"

Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.

Without music, life would be a mistake.

Poetry, she thought, wasn't written to be analyzed, it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding.

A living poem had always been the words that came to mind when he tried to describe her to others.

Writing is something you do alone. Its a profession for introverts who want to tell you a story but don't want to make eye contact while doing it.

Trying to write about love is ultimately like trying to have a dictionary represent life. No matter how many words there are, there will never be enough.

Word to the wise writer: never underestimate your secondary characters! But watch them... they sneak off with stuff.

Two hours of writing fiction leaves this writer completely drained. For those two hours he has been in a different place with totally different people.

A story is a letter that the author writes to himself, to tell himself things that he would be unable to discover otherwise.

We don't need to worry
'Cause when we fall, we know how to land
Don't need to talk the talk, just walk the walk tonight
'Cause we don't need permission to dance

Don't you think we got another season
That come after spring?
I wanna be your summer
I wanna be your wave
Treat me like a comma
I'll take you to a new phrase

And I know there's no makin' this right, this right
And I know there's no changing your mind, your mind
But we both found each other tonight, tonight
So if love is nothing more than just a waste of your time

Waste it on me, waste it on me

She was sayin', "Come get me"
So I got up and followed her to the floor
She said, "Baby, let's go"
When I told her, I said
Yeah, yeah