Music I heard with you was more than music, and bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate; all that was once so beautiful is dead.

The hiss was now becoming a roar - the whole world was a vast moving screen of snow - but even now it said peace, it said remoteness, it said cold, it said sleep.

All lovely things will have an ending, all lovely things will fade and die; and youth, that's now so bravely spending, Will beg a penny by and by.

The wandering one, the inquisitive dreamer of dreams, the eternal asker of answers, stands in the street, and lifts his palms for the first cold ghost of rain.

[At a musical concert:] . . . the music's pure algebra of enchantment.

Forward into the untrodden! Courage, old man, and hold on to your umbrella!

My heart has become as hard as a city street, the horses trample upon it, it sings like iron, all day long and all night long they beat, they ring like the hooves of time.

I'm afraid I wasn't much of a student, but my casual reading was enormous.

O sweet clean earth, from whom the green blade cometh! When we are dead, my best beloved and I, close well above us, that we may rest forever, sending up grass and blossoms to the sky.

Separate we come, and separate we go, And this be it known, is all that we know.

It's time to make love, douse the glim; The fireflies twinkle and dim; The stars lean together Like birds of a feather, And the loin lies down with the limb.

You are the biggest enemy of your own sleep.

If thinking is your fate, revere this fate with divine honour and sacrifice to it the best, the most beloved

I'm your worst damn nightmare, Skeletor. I'm a vampire killer with fangs and a grudge.

I think a lot of people would rather have more control over their life than less.

Sometimes I criticize movies. It's not fun to watch a movie with me, because I'll go, "That was a really bad shot." My mom's like, "Shut up, Chloe, watch the film!"

Don't worry about what the people say; be yourself, say what you want to say WITH respect.

I think a lot of artists no longer want to participate in or be associated with narrative because of its corruptedness in contemporary culture.

Human entertainment will have moved on to something new. Then the ultimate challenge for us is, can we figure out what that new form of entertainment is?

It is the peculiarity of grief to bring out the childish side of man.

We must endeavor to have God reign sovereignly in us, and then in others. The trouble with me is that I take more care to have Him reign in others than in myself.