Life is so uncertain: you never know what could happen. One way to deal with that is to keep your pajamas washed.

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.

When a man cannot fight he would curse. The gods like to feel needed.

There is little sense in attempting to change external conditions, you must first change inner beliefs, then outer conditions will change accordingly.

All empires fall eventually. It is the way of things.

You have to be tougher. You have to learn the way to beat your path through, to make yourself felt, and make yourself necessary.

It's interesting playing something that the audience doesn't fully know.

I ripped through the blue shade of the constraints of color.

Iran is isolating itself from the rest of the world.

Mosul stands rally at a sort of juncture of sectarian and ethnic differences.

Killing is killing whether done for duty, profit or fun.

If I choose to come in this ring and walk over here and stand infront of the bald wonder twins and beat the living crap out of you, I can.