Don't feel sorry for yourself. Only arseholes do that.

Unclose your mind. You are not a prisoner. You are a bird in flight, searching the skies for dreams.

I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.

No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.

Say it before you run out of time. Say it before it's too late. Say what you're feeling. Waiting is a mistake.

I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world. I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.

But if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn’t it?

The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time.

When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.

When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.

Ignorance is my refusal to think outside the box of my fears.

Higher education must lead the march back to the fundamentals of human relationships, to the old discovery that is ever new, that man does not live by bread alone.

Our real nature is not our imaginary, limited ego. Our true nature is vast, all-comprehensive, and intangible as empty space.

Isn't it awful that cold feet make for a cold imagination and that a pair of woollen socks induce good thoughts!

You can choose right now to change the way you are experiencing a windstorm. Adjust your sails.

Here's how I'm going to beat you. I'm going to outwork you. That's it. That's all there is to it.

How do you achieve success? By two words: Correct decisions

I had just settled Grandma on her folding chair and popped open our box lunch when the corpse floated by.

If utopian fiction became the new trend, I wouldn't read it.

I cannot be a traitor, since I never swore fealty to the English king.