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

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.

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

We learned not to meet anymore, We don't raise our eyes to one another, But we ourselves won't guarantee What could happen to us in an hour.

When we acknowledge our greatness and start living it, when we open our hearts to the natural kindness and caring for all beings that resides within us, all these necessary transformations can begin.

I don't lift weights. I do fitness exercises to stay strong.

There is a lot in American politics (and in American life) that is angry, greedy, reckless and violent.

There are certain pressures and things that change your life to a degree that, in the cost benefit analysis that constantly goes on, sometimes makes you think, 'Maybe I should just leave.

I enjoy creating. And if you can do it in a cool way, do it. You can't worry about disappointing people or what their expectations might be.

When I see the poor in India, it reminds me of the work that I have to do for them.

Austrailia, Sydney Might run up in Disney Out in LA with Lindsay.

And nothing to look backward to with pride, and nothing to look forward to with hope.

A man, doubtful of his dinner, or trembling at a creditor, is not much disposed to abstracted meditation, or remote enquiries.

Happiness is the result of what you do.