If you love someone and they vanish, you are left nodding like a zombie and throwing teacups at a wall.

Even when everything hurts, even when other cities are exploding and people we love are disappearing, there’s still space for sweet things.

I want to know if we are the same, in the moments when we’re stripped bare.

We have to give up so many things when the people we love die. So we hang on to other familiar things.

I can’t quite figure out the difference between loving someone and loving things about them.

Love is insanity, apparently.

Love is something you have or don’t have. Love is like a fever.

It sounds like love just sort of happens, whether you want it to or not, whether you’re married or not.

Sometimes words I think are small come out big.

On our own, we’d look totally normal. Together, we’re something else. Together, we’re special.

We don’t smile, but we something. We something. It hurts, the way a deep connection to someone who isn’t yours sometimes does.

sleeping beauty/trips me with a frown

I'm definitely interested in doing movies. I've always focused more on acting than singing because that's where my true passion lies.

Peace is far more preferable to war. [...] I believe that peace is the only path to true security. [...] And there is no question that the only path to peace is through negotiations .

There's a lot of bleeding idiots in t'country and they deserve some representation.

Ninety-nine percent of all surprises in business are negative.

They don't call me spontaneous and irreverant for nothing.

The best thing about my job, though, is stopping at the end of the day and rejoining the human universe.

All disgust is originally disgust at touching.

The modern airplane creates a new geographic dimension ... the world is small, the world is one.

Experience is a brutal teacher, but you learn fast.