She let him go once. Every day demands that she release him over and over again.

Love is a luxury. It's something that people are allowed to indulge in when they're not simply trying to survive and keep other people alive.

But there it is: Everyone is alone, for life, and maybe that's not such a bad thing.

Weakness, like not being able to bury the past. Weakness, like not giving up hope when you know you should.

But she's still afraid that the more she misses him--his face, his skin, the way he looked at her--and the more hope she has that she'll see him again, the more she has to lose.

If home isn't a place, what is it?''A feeling.

...even a poisoned, desolate childhood can be missed.

Death makes its own choices. Has reasoning an order has a taste…

Self-knowledge is the greatest kind of knowledge.

Paradise does not exist, but we must nonetheless strive to be worthy of it.

If I felt that one of my operas did not come off I would certainly say so.

People should be free to take whatever they want from music and I think that over time I realized that different people always find different things in my songs, which is really good.

It is seeing which establishes our place in the surrounding world; we explain that world with words, but words can never undo the fact that we are surrounded by it

To know that which lies before us in daily life is the prime wisdom.

Women tend to take care of men a lot, but I like a guy who balances that out and takes care of me, too.

A builder is like a little god - somebody who does things, doesnt just draw things.

Safe is good for sidewalks and swimming pools, but life requires risk if we are to get anywhere.