Believe me when I tell you my soul has squeezed into narrow spaces.

My heart was too big for my body, so I let it go.

Will I be something? Am I something? And the answer comes: You already are. You always were. And you still have time to be.

So when the world knocks at your front door, clutch the knob and open on up, running forward into its widespread greeting arms with your hands before you, fingertips trembling though they may be.

This universe is a fan of you. Watch the flowers in the morning, how they open towards the same sun that spends it's whole day following you.

Do not let one moment go by that doesn’t remind you that your heart beats 900 times a day, and there are enough gallons of blood to make everyone of you oceans

I want my words and actions to be the quantification of my love. To make tangible the passions in my heart for the world and the people in it.

I dream too much, and I don't write enough, and I'm trying to find God everywhere.

I already am, I always was, and I still have time to be

We are ghosts, hungry for something bigger than what our lips are kissing.

We become extraordinary when we realize how extraordinary our existence is.

After you have finished a piece of work, the work is then none of your business. Go on and do something else.

Darkness doesn't have fingers that twist into my flesh.

the cocoon like water, the labored trance and rhythmic breath of lap swimming had done their work, had unwound the restless feeling into nothingness.

They've never written a love story for me since I've been on the show and I think there's just more weight to it when two people love each other.

Much of life becomes background, but it is the province of art to throw buckets of light into the shadows and make life new again.

The living is a passing traveler; The dead, a man come home.

Being independent... is being innovative out of inspiration as well as necessity.

The act of policing is, in order to punish less often, to punish more severely.

In football, hate can be a beautiful thing; sustaining and nourishing, quite unlike other manifestations of an otherwise destructive emotion.

All professions are... filled with demands.