I don't think there is any truth. There are only points of view.

We're all golden sunflowers inside.

Which way will the sunflower turn surrounded by millions of suns?

Our heads are round so thought can change direction

To gain your own voice, forget about having it heard. Become a saint of your own province and your own consciousness.

To gain your own voice you have to forget about having it heard.

Concentrate on what you want to say to yourself and your friends. Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness. You say what you want to say when you don't care who's listening.

Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness.

None of us understand what we're doing, but we do beautiful things anyway.

When it snows in your nose, you catch cold in your brain.

Whoever controls the media, the images, controls the culture.

Be the leader that doesn´t need a title to be followed.

Weapons, when they break and are mended, can be stronger at the mended places. Perhaps hearts are the same.

She taught me to play the piano, and what it meant to miss somebody.

By the needle you shall draw the thread, and by that which is past, see how that which is to come will be drawne on.

It is difficult to begin without borrowing, but perhaps it is the most generous course thus to permit your fellowmen to have an interest in your enterprise.

I don't mean to be rude—" he began, in a tone that threatened rudeness in every syllable. "Yet, sadly, accidental rudeness occurs alarmingly often," Dumbledore finished the sentence gravely.

Give it to 'em!" Take 'em down!" First Aleran!" Kick their furry--" Assault formation!

There is a charm, even for homely things, in perfect maintenance.

Stories are made up by people who make them up. If they work, they get retold. There's the magic of it.

This is one of the paradoxes of the democratic movement - that it loves a crowd and fears the individuals who compose it - that the religion of humanity should have no faith in human beings.