She was mine before she was yours.

But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer - big explosion of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets, a riot of flowers and wind that smells like honey - pick the snow?

Live free or die.

It's funny, isn't it? When you are young you just want to be old, and then later you wish you could go back to being a kid.

How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?

Fridays are the hardest in some ways: you’re so close to freedom.

Dystopian novels help people process their fears about what the future might look like; further, they usually show that there is always hope, even in the bleakest future.

And when it started to get dark you pointed to the sky, and told me there was a star for every thing you loved about me.

i think of all the thousands of billions of steps and missteps and chances and coincidences that have brought me here. Brought you here, and it feels like the biggest miracle in the world.

I love you. Remember. They cannot take it

I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.

I know I can't own a hilltop, a meadow, or a mountainside. But keeping it a secret somehow makes it mine.

I don't see myself very clearly.Then look at the people who love you...Look into their eyes and see what they're seeing

Any civilized administration, however organized, prefers its own good to that of the people.

Effort supposes resistance.

John Kerry announced that he and his wife are leaving on a week-long vacation. He's going to take her back to the place where he first proposed to her - at her bank.

Heaven to me's a fair blue stretch of sky, Earth's jest a dusty road.

I feel like I'm the worst, so I always act like I'm the best.

Islam is an ideology and there's a religious component to it that's radicalized and in some cases it masks itself behind that religion, especially in America, because of freedom of religion.

This is the test of your manhood: How much is there left in you after you have lost everything outside of yourself?

I'm always interested in hearing how other people read and react to my songs. I hadn't thought of it in just that way.