I think that is something that I always like in my work - the sense of inclusion rather than the sense of otherness.

I really don't know what "I love you" means. I think it means "Don't leave me here alone.

Go, and make interesting mistakes, make amazing mistakes, make glorious and fantastic mistakes. Break rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here.

You’re alive. That means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything.

Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.

The one thing that you have that nobody else has is you. Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision. So write and draw and build and play and dance and live as only you can.

There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.

You have to finish things - that's what you learn from, you learn by finishing things.

People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.

Google can bring you back 100,000 answers. A librarian can bring you back the right one.

Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.

Flushed with his impassioned gibberish, he saw himself standing alone on the last barrier of civilization.

The world belongs to the enthusiast who keeps cool.

Reason respects the differences and imagination the similitudes of things.

I'm not going to play funk licks on a jazz album. That makes no sense.

Mass demand has been created almost entirely through the development of advertising.

Never try to grow up too fast, but don't linger in the child you were

I had a Tesla. I was one of the first cats with a Tesla. But I'm telling you, I've been on the side of the road a while in that thing.

Industrialization came to England but has since left.

Like a child who suddenly stops sobbing when he is clasped in the arms of his mother, such will be the grip of heaven upon our souls.

All we have of freedom All we use or know This our fathers bought for us Long and long ago