Salzburg... is a mountain town with a rushing river running right through the center, everything in the rain various shades of green and brown.

For an adult, eating alone at McDonald's is admitting a kind of defeat.

My memory loves you… it asks about you all the time.

Sometimes it is the smallest thing that saves us: the weather growing cold, a child's smile, and a cup of excellent coffee.

The only two important things in life are real love and being at peace with yourself.

Learn to wait; invariably either things will change or your heart will.

You have to walk carefully in the beginning of love; the running across fields into your lover's arms can only come later when you're sure they won't laugh if you trip.

May this house stand until an ant drinks the ocean and a tortoise circles the world.

The fact that I’m silent doesn’t mean I have nothing to say.

People who truly love us can be divided into two categories: those who understand us, and those who forgive us our worst sins. Rarely do you find someone capable of both.

Sometimes you have to give up on people. Not because you don't care, but because they don't.

The easy truth is as much a lie as any.

We can have reasonable, thoughtful gun control measure that I think respect the Second Amendment and people's traditions.

The one who is happy can never get too early out of bed.

I am stronger than my trials.

People will suffer almost anything, as long as it means they don't have to change.

In the invincible and indescribable squalor of Harlem ... I was tormented. I felt caged, like an animal. I wanted to escape. I felt if I did not get out I would slowly strangle.

I shaved this morning for precisely that reason. I was like, 'Well, you never know when someone is going to clamp down on your calf and try to suck out the snake poison.

I seem to have a talent for writing endings that seem just right to me but that frustrate other people.

The year is ended, and it only adds to my age; Spring has come, but I must take leave of my home. Alas, that the trees in this eastern garden, Without me, will still bear flowers.

Im the mold that grunge was grown in.