I think that's very sad that I haven't allowed my heart to be broken. I have broken a few.

There's something so romantic about being broke in New York. You gotta do it. You have to live there once without any money and then you have to live there when you have money. Let me tell you of the two the latter is far better.

I broke my nose in gym when a ball hit me. I took a girl to her debutante ball the next week wearing a tux and a big honking bandage. Not the romantic night she had in mind.

I have the utmost respect for those who have come to this country legally and have contributed to the great melting pot that is America today. But those who have crossed our borders illegally have broken the law and the law ought to be enforced.

I broke with my religion in college.

I'd fallen in love with a woman but she broke up with me and I was devastated. Six months later I went into a suicidal depression from the break-up of the relationship but I resolved to not do what my friends had done. And so I reached out for help.

In any relationship that comes to an end there's never just a baseline reason why. You say 'Oh I broke up with my girlfriend.' Someone says 'Why?' You say 'Well you got three hours? And then maybe after I tell you my version you've got to talk to her.'

Creatively I thought we were still viable and could do more records. But our working relationship just wasn't happening at all and our chemistry as people broke down because of that.

It is so much easier to be nice to be respectful to put yourself in your customers' shoes and try to understand how you might help them before they ask for help than it is to try to mend a broken customer relationship.

I'm not a good father and they're not children any more the eldest is in his fifties. My relationship with their mothers broke down and because of what the law was they went with their mothers and were imbued with their mothers' morality in life and they were not my people any more.