My heart… It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it’s trying to escape because it doesn’t belong to me any more. It belongs to you.

I really don't know what "I love you" means. I think it means "Don't leave me here alone.

Go, and make interesting mistakes, make amazing mistakes, make glorious and fantastic mistakes. Break rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here.

You’re alive. That means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything.

Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.

The one thing that you have that nobody else has is you. Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision. So write and draw and build and play and dance and live as only you can.

There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.

You have to finish things - that's what you learn from, you learn by finishing things.

People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.

Google can bring you back 100,000 answers. A librarian can bring you back the right one.

Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.

Your heart knows there is a greater version of your life available to you.

We must learn to regard people less in the light of what they do or omit to do, and more in the light of what they suffer.

Alliance - in international politics, the union of two thieves who have their hands so deeply inserted in each other's pockets that they cannot separately plunder a third.

If money can't buy happiness, then I guess I'll have to rent it.

52,000 here tonight, but it sounds like 50,000.

The Christian message is not an exhortation - "try hard to be good." Good advice, but there is no saving gospel in that.

Opportunity is infinite; once you know that, opportunity is omni-existent.

The thinnest tendrils of dawn are creeping in from the east. People in New York are softly starting to tweet.

Only by love is life made real.

It's so nice not to worry about myself anymore. I only worry about my children.