My imagination is a kind of animal. So what I do is keep it alive.

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.

What are we after all our dreams, after all our memories?

Sin is looking for the right thing in the wrong place.

I took you to that windy hill where stars on every side fall away

Suspense films are often based on communication problems, and that affects all of the plot points. It almost gives it kind of a fable feeling.

I believe in God, but I'm not too clear on the other details.

Is there anything worse than being called the 'It Girl?' By definition, there will be a new one in two weeks.

I don't think I'd change the path that's got me where I am today.

Accept the risen Jesus into your life. Even if you have been far away, take a small step towards Him. He awaits you with open arms.

I remembered what she'd told me in New York, about building something permanent, and I thought - just maybe - we were off to a good start.