It takes a lot to get people talking in airplanes. But once they start talking, you just can't shut them up.

Our generation has had no Great Depression, no Great War. Our war is spiritual. Our depression is our lives.

The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.

We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.

Worker bees can leave. Even drones can fly away. The Queen is their slave.

Did perpetual happiness in the Garden of Eden maybe get so boring that eating the apple was justified?

You know, the condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip it on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, then you throw it away.

If you love something set it free, but don't be surprised if it comes back with herpes.

Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known.

The trick to forgetting the big picture is to look at everything close-up.

It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.

Shit happens. You can either stand their and complain about the smell or you can wipe your shoe and keep walking.

It is the photographing of ordinary things, in extraordinary light, that produces extraordinary photographs.

It made you happy...

The thing about Christmas is that it almost doesn't matter what mood you're in or what kind of a year you've had - it's a fresh start.

Married love between man and woman is bigger than oaths guarded by right of nature.

Courageous dreaming allows you to create from the source, the quantum soup of the universe where everything exists in a latent or potential state.

I love music and I always seem to have a tune in my head.

Because life doesn't always happen according to a timetable or calendar. And feelings can't be scheduled.

This is the saddest, most depressing music I've ever heard. It makes me so happy.

Be the master of your fate, be the captain of your soul, but do not hesitate, should the chance befall you, to be the slave of your heart.