I think most people live in fiction...That's how you keep your fragile body intact.

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.

Because I think people must be the same everywhere. Only these people are in my bones.

No idea is conceived in our mind independent of our five senses [i.e., no idea is divinely inspired].

Deep down, everybody wants to do what they want to be doing. They just feel that they can't.

It's hard to hear the story of a love affair between two straight men, one of whom is the most divine woman alive.

As a father, I would say I am more like a mother. I do a lot of hugging.

If you don't pay appropriate attention to what has your attention, it will take more of your attention than it deserves.

I think music is one of the hero/sheroes of the African-American existence.

Like a garbage truck, we need a 'lie-truck' which will collect lies from everyone's houses every morning, even every hour!

I began to believe the fairy tales: You know, how we're all out there looking for our magical missing half.

I love seeing young people take a stance and not be afraid to say how they feel, and protest when they feel things are wrong or unjust.