All my life, Following Care along the dusty road, Have I looked back on loveliness and sighed.

But you, you foolish girl, you have gone home to a leaky castle across the sea to lie awake in linen smelling of lavender, and hear the nightingale, and long for me.

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.

My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night; but ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - it gives a lovely light!

Beautiful as a dandelion-blossom golden in the green grass, this life can be.

I will be the gladdest thing under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one.

They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now

There isn't a train I wouldn't take, no matter where it's going.

I am glad that I paid so little attention to good advice; had I abided by it I might have been saved from some of my most valuable mistakes.

Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

Parrots, tortoises and redwoods live a longer life than men do; Men a longer life than dogs do; Dogs a longer life than love does.

Nothing at all will be attempted if all possible objections must first be overcome.

Youth condemns maturity condones.

I will probably always cry myself to sleep, but knowing this, someday the tears won't be sad, or filled with regret. Maybe they will be joyful

The people in my songs are all me.

I had been playing for a while, and I asked Louisville Slugger to send me a dozen flame treated bats. But when I got it, I realized they had sent me a box of ashes.

How could I pretend to be someone else when I was already failing at being the person I already was?

I do have, at different times, a certain kind of self-consciousness in the world, an insecurity.

but writers, Garp knew, were just observers - good and ruthless imitators of human behavior.

Huge open source organizations like Red Hat and Mozilla manage the collaboration of hundreds of people who don't know one another and have spent no time hanging around the water cooler.

Dave Chappelle asked me to come do his show. I read the script, and I said, 'Has he lost his mind?'