That's what the future is for: to build the present, with real plans, made by living people.

When someone that you love dies..it's like fireworks suddenly burning out in the sky and everything going black.

People aim for the stars, and they end up like goldfish in a bowl. I wonder if it wouldn't be simpler just to teach children right from the start that life is absurd.

There's so much humanity in a love of trees, so much nostalgia for our first sense of wonder, so much power in just feeling our own insignificance when we are surrounded by nature.

Personally I think that grammar is a way to attain beauty.

I thought: pity the poor in spirit who know neither the enchantment nor the beauty of language.

We think we can make honey without sharing in the fate of bees, but we are in truth nothing but poor bees, destined to accomplish our task and then die.

With the exception of love, friendship and the beauty of Art, I don't see much else that can nurture human life.

The real ordeal is not leaving those you love but learning to live without those who don't love you.

When tea becomes ritual, it takes place at the heart of our ability to see greatness in small things.

Talent consists not in inventing shapes but in causing those that were invisible to emerge.

Seek to learn constantly while you live

This is going to sound crazy, but... from the moment I first set eyes on you I haven't been able to stop thinking about you.

Working hard and working smart sometimes can be two different things.

Islam is probably the one that places the greatest emphasis on knowledge. The purpose is to understand God's creation.

Being able to improvise is the basis for creating all characters and situations, for everything to do with performing, really. And it's good therapy as well.

I love home. I'll stay up there for days on end, I won't even go down the driveway to look for the mail.

I don't have a computer. I am the Luddite of rock'n'roll, I don't have a portable phone. I write things down.

I don't want to get into an argument at the bar with some old racist homophobic person.

I can see lights in the distance trembling in the dark cloak of night Candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing a waltz on All Souls Night.

He left the name at which the world grew pale, To point a moral, or adorn a tale.