I take pleasure in my transformations. I look quiet and consistent, but few know how many women there are in me.

Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

People living deeply have no fear of death.

I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.

Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together.

Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.

Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it.

Do not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.

I reserve the right to love many different people at once, and to change my prince often.

Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.

Pets reflect you like mirrors. When you are happy, you can see your dog smiling and when you are sad, your cat cries.

There is no avoiding the fact that we live at the mercy of our ideas This is never more true than with our ideas about God.

let me whisper my belief, entre nous, that of those eminent philosophers who cry out against parsons the loudest, there are not many who have got their knowledge of the church by going thither often.

If dandelions were hard to grow, they would be most welcome on any lawn.

There was plenty of evidence that Saddam had nuclear weapons, by the way. That is not in dispute. There is plenty of evidence of that.

Some of it's magic and some of it's tragic but I had a good life all the way.

... it was as if there were always some good fortune with me that would keep me from going hungry. I knew I would never die of hunger.

Dark hair fell in a sweep over his forehead. He looked like a man who would write vers libre, as indeed he did.

No man's hand has ever yet reached up to take as much as the Pierced Hand is reaching down to give.

When we read history we find that in all ages people have thought, this is the dark age.