Marvin Gaye

To share is precious, pure and fair.Don't play with something you should cherish for life. Don't you wanna care, ain't it lonely out there?

Listen, babyAin't no mountain highAin't no valley lowAin't no river wide enough, babyIf you need me, call meNo matter where you areNo matter how farJust call my nameI'll be there in a hurryYou don't have to worry'Cause baby,There ain't no mountain high enoughAin't no valley low enoughAin't no river wide enoughTo keep me from getting to youRemember the dayI set you freeI told youYou could always count on meFrom that day on I made a vowI'll be there when you want meSome way,some how'Cause baby,There ain't no mountain high enoughAin't no valley low enoughAin't no river wide enoughTo keep me from getting to youNo wind, no rainMy love is aliveWay down in my heartAlthough we are miles apartIf you ever need a helping handI'll be there on the doubleAs fast as I canDon't you know thatThere ain't no mountain high enoughAin't no valley low enoughAin't no river wide enoughTo keep me from getting to youDon't you know thatThere ain't no mountain high enoughAin't no valley low enoughAin't no river wide enough

War is not the answer, for only love can conquer hate

Great artists suffer for the people.

Marriage is miserable unless you find the right person that is your soulmate and that takes a lot of looking.

Most fear stems from sin; to limit one's sins, one must assuredly limit one's fear, thereby bringing more peace to one's spirit.

If you cannot find peace within yourself, you will never find it anywhere else.

War is not the answer, because only love can conquer hate.

I hope to refine music, study it, try to find some area that I can unlock. I don't quite know how to explain it but it's there. These can't be the only notes in the world, there's got to be other notes some place, in some dimension, between the cracks on the piano keys.

I wish that being famous helped prevent me from being constipated.

Don't you know how sweet and wonderful life can be?

And givin' yourself to me can never be wrong

The more I lived with Jan, the more I loved her, the more I made her miserable. It was a vicious cycle (page 209)_The more I loved her the more I hated her. And the more she loved me, the more I harmed myself (page 269).