I keep letting you back in. How can I explain myself? As painful as this thing has been, I just can't be with no one else.

I consider myself a crayon... I may not be your favorite color but one day you'll need me to complete your picture.

Let me be patient, let me be kind, make me unselfish, without being blind.

We should always be aspiring to know more, and to better ourselves, and to improve ourselves. To improve ourselves, because that's how we improve the world around us, by working within us.

And deep in my heart. The answer, it was in me. And I made up my mind. To define my own destiny

Don't be a hard rock when you really are a gem!

Everything we do should be a result of our gratitude for what God has done for us.

Love is an incredible thing but we don't know love like we should. Unconditional love we don't know it because if a person stops stimulating us, we stop loving them.

I am no longer going to become a fictional character to please people. That's too much work.

I need to be surrounded by people as passionate and as dedicated as I am.

To me that's a reflection of love, when someone can see you enjoying yourself, and want to participate, or want to encourage, or want to help you to do something that you enjoy.

I'd like to live like a poor man - only with lots of money.

Life is really pretty tricky, and there's a lot of loss, and the longer you stay alive, the more people you lose whom you actually couldn't live without.

All I had done for five years was work 18 hours a day all over the world. I needed to step back and distance myself from it.

I wake up feverish, sore, uncomfortable. Is it sickness or is it heartbreak? I can't tell. The thermometer says I'm normal, but I'm clearly not.

Look within, thou art the Buddha.

Love is hope without doubt, hate is fear turned out.

In a fascist shift, reporters start to face more and more harassment, and they have to be more and more courageous simply in order to do their jobs.

We did not raise armies for glory or for conquest.

The Englishman respects your opinions, but he never thinks of your feelings.

Dying away from home, away from the soil of your birth - and to do so unseen and unmourned - is a profound horror.