He stopped complaining, but now I was annoyed. I went to the roof and drank alone.

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.

The years would pass like weeks, and loves would pass too, or else grow sour.

I'm not ashamed to tell the truth about what happened in my family. I think that's what makes my comedy different.

Good things don't happen to the child of God; the child of God brings forth good things out of him.

I was a Packers fan growing up, and just to see the way he played the game and how excited he was about it all the time, he's my favorite.

The gem cannot be polished without friction nor man without trials.

This is real freedom-the ability to enjoy the choices we make in every successive moment of the present.

The human heart will seek to be known, understood, and connected with above all else. If you do not connect, the ones you care about will find someone who will.

Reality has become a parallel universe with photographers returning with different versions of what it truly looks like.

Don't ever interrupt me again. And next time you do, show me the proper respect.

I always read what I write out loud, and I did that long before any radio thing. My editor finds that unusual.