John Lennon Quotes
It depends who they are. If it's Mick Jagger or the Old Guard as I call them, yeah, they're the Old Guard. Elton John, David Bowie are the newies. I don't feel like an old uncle, dear, 'cause I'm not that much older than half of 'em, hehe.
John Lennon
The Beatles
Quotes to Explore
I've always been into guitars. We want to put keyboards on, but keyboard players don't look cool onstage, they just keep their heads down. There has never been a cool keyboard player, apart from Elton John.
Noel Gallagher
Oasis
Elton John is an absolute lad. He's a hero.
Winston Marshall
Mumford & Sons
Look at Paul McCartney, look at Elton John. They're jealous of Justin Timberlake. I'm sure they were jealous of me when I was in my imperial phase.
Robbie Williams
Take That
It is by now beyond question that Elton John is a competent and classy entertainer. Few people who have achieved his popularity have succeeded in maintaining his standards for performance and professionalism.
Jon Landau
Tin Machine had fallen on the grenade, gotten rid of the "Phil Collins-Tina Turner-1980s-Let's Dance-vibe" that he was uncomfortable with, and basically re-booted the Bowie (David Bowie) career system. All in all, it was fun, nobody died, and it was an education in diving into the deep end of the pool.
Reeves Gabrels
David Bowie, for me, was the butchest guy in town. Jagger was like a truck driver.
Hedi Slimane
I think it's nice to age gracefully. OK, you lose the youth, a certain stamina and dewy glow, but what you gain on the inside as a human being is wonderful: the wisdom, the acceptance and the peace of mind. It's a fair exchange.
Cherie Lunghi
I'm a feminist, of course, and I feel as if I'm very politically correct, although I do question what's P.C. and what's not - I don't just accept what I'm told.
Mary Beth Patterson
A merely fallen enemy may rise again, but the reconciled one is truly vanquished.
Friedrich Schiller
I always intended to move back to New York when I was first there.
Martin Henderson
She rose and followed her bust from the room.
Margery Allingham
A teenage girl lay asleep on the sofa, curled up under a red-and-black knitted afghan. She was on her side, with one slender arm cradling a throw cushion nestled under her head. Long wavy blond hair spread across her back and her shoulders like a cape. Even though she was sleeping, Alex could see how pretty she was, with her delicate, almost elfin features. He stood in the doorway, watching the soft rise and fall of her chest.
L.A. Weatherly
