She asks me how my heart is, and I say, 'beating.'That's never the answer you want, and I am sorry about that.

The lonely? Where's that from?Sadness' best friend. Sadness broughtit along and I couldn't turn it away, soI let it multiply in my pulse instead.

Where did you get your sadness from? I picked it up on the side of the road. Itwas bleeding and scratched and keeninglike a mangled thing, but it looked toobeautiful for me to just walk away.

I'm sorry that when you say 'love', I always hear'heartbreak'.

Your own hands falling out to catch youbefore you hit the ground. All the waysyou save yourself even when youdon't want to.Love is the way your body fights tokeep you alive.Day after day after day.

Two oceans away, a boy is falling in love.Next door, another boy i just falling.One is laughing, one is crying - both are screaming.

By gazing inward the true reflection of the self is revealed.

If you'd been where I'd been... if you'd seen the things I'd seen!... you... you'd be me... Or someone following me around.

A picture means I know where I was every minute. That's why I take pictures. It's a visual diary.

One always finds time for what one likes.

I would have strong opinions and be prepared to argue my case, but if you talk to my colleagues, I think you'd find they consider me the jokester, the informal mayor of the West Wing.

Disciplined governments do not engage in the economic equivalent of binge eating followed by crash dieting.

Burning hearts are not nourished by empty heads

When we choose a god we choose one as much like ourselves as possible, or even more so!

In the great artist you see daring bound by discipline and discipline stretched by daring.

Competition pushes me to improve. If I see someone do a big trick, I try it.