All's taken away: my love and my power.The body, thrown into city it hates, Finds no joy in the sunlight. With every hourThe blood grows colder in my veins.

My shadow serves as the friend I crave

You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms.

Italy is a dream that keeps returning for the rest of your life.

All has been looted, betrayed, sold; black death's wing flashed ahead.

It is unbearably painful for the soul to love silently.

Sunset in the ethereal waves: I cannot tell if the day is ending, or the world, or if the secret of secrets is inside me again.

You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.

Forgive me, that I manage badly, Manage badly but live gloriously, That I leave traces of myself in my songs, That I appeared to you in waking dreams.

Call me a sinner, Mock me maliciously: I was your insomnia, I was your grief.

Real tenderness can't be confused, It's quiet and can't be heard.

To remain caught up in ideas and words about Zen is, as the old masters say, to stink of Zen.

Social Security is a promise that we cannot and must not break.

I might like to be an actor, but there are loads of other things I'm interested in as well, like music and writing and sports. I want to keep my options open.

If you want to be a different fish, you've got to jump out of the school.

We do know of certain knowledge that he [Osama Bin Laden] is either in Afghanistan, or in some other country, or dead.

Could I ask if there’s anything in between Step One and Step Two? ‘Oh ye of little faith.’

The big rumor going around is, we may begin bombing Iraq. Or, as the White House calls it, Operation Keep Enron Off The Front Page.

If love is not enough, then what's enough?

Brandon Boyd of Incubus is hot, but he's too pretty.

There will be water if God wills it.