Greg Gutfeld Quotes

I don't listen to a lot of music any more and even the people I've loved for years - the Nick Drakes of this world - I can't go back to them and listen to them over and over.

To me, England is past its sell-by date. It's not the country I grew up in.

San Francisco isn't what it used to be, and it never was.

I can never be the hero now. You have to be young and all that stuff. I used to be the hero.

I'm rarely grabbed by anything the way I was when I was 10 years younger. About the only relatively new artists whose albums I own are Beck, and They Might Be Giants.

The world changed. Hollywood changed. I think we've lost something, and we don't know how to get it back.

I always place myself as the archetypal Cure fan. I'm the wrong age, but I still think that if I like anything particularly, our fans will.

Things ain't what they used to be and never were.

I was way into Primus in high school so hanging out with him was a thrill.

I once joked in a book that there are three things you can't do in life. You can't beat the phone company, you can't make a waiter see you until he is ready to see you, and you can't go home again. Since the spring of 1995, I have been quietly, even gamely, reassessing point number three.

I'm not embarrassed by any of my music. I'll even own up to the old Backstreet Boys albums.

No generation has escaped it - one morning, your skill with the eight-track or the record player or the cotton gin suddenly ceases to impress. It's just one of those inevitable disappointments that come with growing up, like the realization that Santa doesn't exist or the way that music always takes a turn for the worse after you turn 30.

For a lot of fans from the early days, they probably had issues they were A-ha fans, because it probably wasn't 'cool.'

If rock & roll is dead and gone, man, I am missing out on it.

I only have two kinds of dreams: the bad and the terrible. Bad dreams I can cope with. They're just nightmares, and the end eventually. I wake up. The terrible dreams are the good dreams. In my terrible dreams, everything is fine. I am still with the company. I still look like me. None of the last five years ever happened. Sometimes I'm married. Once I even had kids. I even knew their names. Everything's wonderful and normal and fine. And then I wake up, and I'm still me. And I'm still here. And that is truly terrible.

You can't go home again

The dream is over. I gotta get down to reality. The good old days is garbage.

Mercy, mercy me, things ain't what they used to be.

It was not a triumphal return. Home, as I had known it, was gone.

It is invariably saddening to look through new eyes at things upon which you have expended your own powers of adjustment.

You really can't go home again. Sometimes, that's a good thing. Sometimes, when you try, you find out that home isn't really there anymore... but that it wasn't only in your head before. Home actually existed. Home wasn't just a dream. Sometimes, that's the best thing of all.

How come I end up where I started How come I end up where I belong... You used to be alright What happened?

I was the walrus, but now I am John. And so my friends, you'll just have to carry on. The dream is over.

The more enchanted the idyll, greater must be the pain of its ending.