In an ideal world, we would have been orphans. We felt like orphans and we felt deserving of the pity that orphans get, but embarrassingly enough, we had parents.

But, like ivy, we grow where there is room for us.

Some people need a red carpet rolled out in front of them in order to walk forward into friendship. They can't see the tiny outstretched hands all around them, everywhere, like leaves on trees.

That day I carried the dream around like a full glass of water, moving gracefully so I would not lose any of it.

What a terrible mistake to let go of something wonderful for something real.

I laughed and said, Life is easy. What I meant was, Life is easy with you here, and when you leave, it will be hard again.

Don't wait to be sure. Move, move, move.

We come from long lines of people destined never to meet.

... we had once called out hello into the cauldron of the world and then run away before anyone could respond.

Inelegantly, and without my consent, time passed.

I cried in English, I cried in french, I cried in all the languages, because tears are the same all around the world.

You think it's impossible to be a passive fighter? Well, sometimes fighting just means existing. Existing, not going away, and quietly biding your time.

Desperate people lose the thing that makes them human beings. They lose their heart. Anger and hate fill them so that they act like animals.

We can't all be friends and relatives as the world is; most of us have to be strangers.

We've all got our own brand of problems. You can be pitiful or powerful. Take your pick.

I figured I couldn't love you as much as I do, without you feeling something for me too.

We should serve others without any expectations whatsoever. When others throw thorns at us, we should be able to throw flowers back at them.

I desire to have a dialogue that's positive, and communicative and moves forward, and is about something real, not just consumption.

I don't want to be singing my diary.

Keep up a humble sense of your own faults, and that will make you compassionate to others

Would Alexander, madman as he was, have been so much a madman, had it not been for Homer?