And sometimes when you fall... you fly...

I really don't know what "I love you" means. I think it means "Don't leave me here alone.

Go, and make interesting mistakes, make amazing mistakes, make glorious and fantastic mistakes. Break rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here.

You’re alive. That means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything.

Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.

The one thing that you have that nobody else has is you. Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision. So write and draw and build and play and dance and live as only you can.

There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.

You have to finish things - that's what you learn from, you learn by finishing things.

People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.

Google can bring you back 100,000 answers. A librarian can bring you back the right one.

Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.

The company may have captured their minds, their bodies and their pockets, but that doesn’t mean it’s captured their hearts.

You can't undo the past... but you can certainly not repeat it.

Keep out of the past. It is haunted.

You ever love somebody so much You can barely breathe When you’re with them

Prosperity in a society is the accumulation of solutions to human problems.

The innocence of virgins is like milk which turns when exposed to a clap of thunder, to a tart smell, to a hot day, to the merest nothing.

I went to school. I went to Juilliard. You spend 13 hours a day on voice and speech. Now I realize why.

I have trouble writing if I can't picture how things are going to look.

He put his cold hands on either side of my face and fixed his golden eyes on mine. "Would you please tell me what you're thinking? Before I go mad?

Much arrogance is necessary equipment for an artist, I think. Not sufficient, but necessary. It carries one across the gaps.