The only noise now was the rain, pattering softly with the magnificent indifference of nature for the tangled passions of humans.

So let me end with the wish that you find the same kind of happyiness, and laughter, and love, that I have found, and that you have the wisdon to make them last.

One doesn't lose a self, like a pair of gloves or a pine. We learn and change, or we harden into stone.

Because you showed one face to all the rest of the world, and another to me.

They're safe,'' he said. "And you're not made of glass". He swept me up in his arms. I laughed. "And I'm not made of glass." He carried me into our room and kicked the door shut behind us.

When in doubt, be ridiculous.

Except. What is normal at any given time? We change just as the seasons change, and each spring brings new growth. So nothing is ever quite the same.

Despite how entertaining certain stories were, at the bottom of every item of gossip there was someone getting hurt.

When people first discover beauty, they tend to linger. Even if they don’t at first recognize it for what it is.

Angry men with pointy things sent to secure a foreign city are pretty much alike anywhere. That's what I've heard. So far nothing's convinced me different.

Finally someone takes me seriously enough to ask for my word of honor, and it’s a villain.

Did perpetual happiness in the Garden of Eden maybe get so boring that eating the apple was justified?

I don't sing anywhere as good as I used to, and I feel sincerely that it's getting worse.

I wasn't tempted to have my private parts decorated.

I like to look at how people work together when they are put into stressful situations, when life stops being cozy.

I make a living with a song, and I feel honored to do something I love and believe in.

I really love connecting people, creating communities. As a kid, creation was something that I always loved.

As the weeks and months unfolded, we realized that we were the victims of a broken promise.

The materials for poetry are all about you in profusion.

Do not shout at me, Mr. Quill," said John [Adams]. "Justice may be blind, but she is not deaf.

A significant part of the pleasure of eating is in one’s accurate consciousness of the lives and the world from which food comes.