That's the trouble, I can't forget him. He was everything to me, except mine.

The shell must be broken before the bird can fly.

Bah! Suffragettes. I've no time for suffragettes. They made the biggest mistake in history. They went for equality. They should have gone for power!

I've loved someone since I was seventeen but I can't have him and I can't give him up. So until I can do that no one else will stand a chance.

Love doesn't adhere to time and boundaries does it? It just is.

Faith is a private matter, usually held deep within a person, quiet, impossible to recognise or understand, if you have no faith yourself

Their devotion showed me there were no versions of love there was only... Love. That it had no equal and that it was worth searching for, even if that search took a lifetime.

I am forced to the conclusion that modern medicine does not know it all.

Quite honestly, a baby covered in blood, still slightly blue, eyes screwed up, in the first few minutes after birth, is not an object of beauty.

Sister Monica Joan murmured, as though to herself, but loud enough to be heard by all, "How perfectly charming. Old enough to know it all, and young enough to blush. Perfectly charming.

Perhaps, in a few people, I have seen what can be described as a struggle with death, and it can be distressing to behold. But for the vast majority of people death is gentle, tender.

The past is devoid of meaning like the present, and a refuge for cowards.

Forgiveness is not an invitation to become a doormat for other people's hypocrisy.

I wouldn't waste a day, not an hour, not a moment. Take what you want and damn caution. Live, enjoy. Feed ravenously. Or the biggest regret you'll have at the end of your life is wasted time.

All these buildings are like mountains I would like to climb, but I am forbidden.

In the light, we read the inventions of others; in the darkness we invent our own stories.

Temper your enjoyments with prudence, lest there be written on your heart that fearful word 'satiety.'

Everything is subtle. Everything has a million sides. Everything is a manifestation of god. Everything is light. All beings are infinite. All things are perfect, in their own way.

Having a talent is not enough: one must also have your permission to have it--right, my friends?

I just love music, and I'm not as genre specific as most songwriters. A lot of my buddies just listen to country, or just Americana, or whatever their style is, and I just listen to everything.

It is a sobering thought that Gomer Pyle and the Beverly Hillbillies may be among our chief interstellar emissaries.