And when I came in with tears in my eyes, you always knew whether I needed you to hold me or just let me be. I don't know how you knew, but you did, and you made it easier for me.

That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered.

You are, and always have been, my dream.

The scariest thing about distance is that you don’t know whether they’ll miss you or forget you.

You can't live your life for other people. You've got to do what's right for you, even if it hurts some people you love.

It's the possibility that keeps me going, not the guarantee.

She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second.

It is life, I think, to watch the water. A man can learn so many things.

We're not the same people we were then. We've changed, we've grown.

You are the answer to every prayer I've offered. You are a song, a dream, a whisper, and I don't know how I could have lived without you for as long as I have.

You are my best friend as well as my lover, and I do not know which side of you I enjoy the most. I treasure each side, just as I have treasured our life together.

Those who fear darkness have never seen what the light can do.

I hope somebody cares because I sure don't. I sure don't. Not anymore. I'm ashamed to go around my family. I'm too embarrassed to confide in my friends. Outside of work I don't have a life.

The rise or fall of wages is common to all states of society, whether it be the stationary, the advancing, or the retrograde state.

If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose.

I want to record Goyescas by Granados, which has been a great love of mine since I was a teenager.

Sometimes I have something stuck in my head and that directs the rhyme that I'm writing with.

Love is union with somebody, or something, outside oneself, under the condition of retaining the separateness and integrity of one's own self.

To be mundane and poor is the curse of life!

Scarce any man becomes eminently disagreeable but by a departure from his real character, and an attempt at something for which nature or education has left him unqualified.

I will paint for money any time.