Only to close these eyesto sleep in the lap of loveand stay there forever.

Where the cheerful childrenof unwritten poems, play all around, you will find me there.

From all my dreams where you felt everlastingto all my clothes your words used to wear, to the old end, to the new beginning, you have lost me everywhere.

Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be damaged? Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be weak in some places?

What about those Promises of yours to never leave me? she asked, stammering too much this time. His cruel smirk was as gut-wrenching as his words— Promises are meant to be broken, sweetheart.

The way your curious eyes were chasing mine when I stood in front of you, I knew I had known these eyes before.

I feel the pain—everywhere.

I threw myself so far in your depth that it took me a month to come out and notice I was actually sitting in my room. Nowhere else. Not with you.

Someday, even my existence would be felt.

Do you love me enough that I am allowedto be damaged? Do you love me enough that I am allowed to be weak in some places?

But if ever I try to mend, some other bodies would instantly break, would instantly be fragments.

When the head tries to rule the heart, emotion poisons it.

The mind is a masterpiece.

I see myself wrapped in lies, which do not seem to penetrate my soul, as if they are not really a part of me. They are like costumes.

I'm able to sometimes express things even more articulately on the piano than I am with singing.

I have no problem with my age. I've been acting for 50 years in Australia and everyone knows my age because I started at 15. So there was never any point in lying about it.

As major orchestras around the world are gripped in various kinds of crises and upheaval, we need to be sure that we are bringing up this new generation.

William knows that science and magic are the same thing; magic is only science that hasn't been explained yet. Tonight he has made chemistry into magic for her.

Trust is a careless pursuit at best. At worst, it's a good way to get yourself killed.

Live each day like it's your last, 'cause one day you gonna be right

Aboriginal Australia is a tough place to work, rough and tough.