It's like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.

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.

Be Fearful When Others Are Greedy and Greedy When Others Are Fearful

Only winners have fans, No one care about losers

I know what ails you.

When I preach—no matter where it is in the world—I can always count on five areas of human need that afflict all peoples. Emptiness, loneliness, guilt, fear of death, deep-seated insecurity.

I know not age, nor weariness nor defeat.

I like to praise and reward loudly, to blame quietly.

I think it is a huge honor to get to go play for the troops who have been working their tails off for several years, some with several tours under their belt.

The role of a comedian is to make the audience laugh, at a minimum of once every fifteen seconds.

Writers let themselves be enticed by the language.

I know only two tunes: one of them is "Yankee Doodle" and the other isn't.