A rubber plant is just about the ideal family.

Unclose your mind. You are not a prisoner. You are a bird in flight, searching the skies for dreams.

I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.

No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.

Say it before you run out of time. Say it before it's too late. Say what you're feeling. Waiting is a mistake.

I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world. I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.

But if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn’t it?

The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time.

When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.

When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.

The joys of meeting pay the pangs of absence else who could bear it?

I'm ready to do something with Lady Gaga or Andrea Bocelli. I'm really grateful that nothing is out of the realm of possibility.

Love's an excuse to get hurt and to hurt. Do you like to hurt? I do, I do then hurt me.

We should be willing to act as a balm for all wounds.

It is the fortunate who should extol fortune. [Ger., Das Gluck erhebe billig der Begluckte.]

Music was my coping mechanism. I could place myself outside my body. It humbles you.

I already killed you once today, what does it take to teach some people?

The desert sky is encircling, majestic, terrible.

Tonight, we will both discover, how friends turn into lovers, when I make love to you.

In hindsight, I realized I could see into the future. Which is kind of like having premonitions of flashbacks.