Love is a broken vase whose shape everyone remembers differently.

My heart was too big for my body, so I let it go.

Will I be something? Am I something? And the answer comes: You already are. You always were. And you still have time to be.

So when the world knocks at your front door, clutch the knob and open on up, running forward into its widespread greeting arms with your hands before you, fingertips trembling though they may be.

This universe is a fan of you. Watch the flowers in the morning, how they open towards the same sun that spends it's whole day following you.

Do not let one moment go by that doesn’t remind you that your heart beats 900 times a day, and there are enough gallons of blood to make everyone of you oceans

I want my words and actions to be the quantification of my love. To make tangible the passions in my heart for the world and the people in it.

I dream too much, and I don't write enough, and I'm trying to find God everywhere.

I already am, I always was, and I still have time to be

We are ghosts, hungry for something bigger than what our lips are kissing.

We become extraordinary when we realize how extraordinary our existence is.

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What we need to do is to stand up to the big money interests, and the campaign contributors. When we do that, we can, in fact, transform America.

I like for people to figure things out for themselves. It's not like I have the right answer, but if I have a visceral reaction to something, I'm sure that other people will, too.

Maybe there really isn't any such thing as mortality; life simply wears us out with love.

Writing tonal music now, you are not writing into the 19th Century.

The fawning courtier and the surly squire often mean the same thing,--each his own interest.

Everybody who comes from the gangster life - they want what that man in the suburbs wants. Nice family. Nice house. Nice cars. Bills paid. Kids in school. Food on the table. Nothing more.

Stronger people are harder to kill

I think there was no other profession for me. I was either going into an insane asylum or to be an actor.

The man who would choose security over freedom deserves neither.