The things she most wanted to tell him would lose their meaning the moment she put them into words.

Unclose your mind. You are not a prisoner. You are a bird in flight, searching the skies for dreams.

I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.

No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.

Say it before you run out of time. Say it before it's too late. Say what you're feeling. Waiting is a mistake.

I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world. I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.

But if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn’t it?

The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time.

When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.

When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.

How can I teach my children not to lie but always speak the truth when now people are fine with "alternative facts"?

What you perceive as rejection is really someone making choices based on their needs at that time

I was angry with myself because I still loved her, or at least I loved that dream of our togetherness. My feelings were unreasonable, irrational, and I couldn't change them. That hurt.

In point of fact all Americans are automatically turned down by China these days because of the escalation of Johnson's war in Vietnam, which several times has intruded into China.

I lost interest in firearms because we had a dog that was scared to death of the sound of a rifle shot.

Our republic and its press will rise and fall together.

Wit as an instrument of revenge is as infamous as art is as a means of sensual titillation.

'Hamlet' is the best description of grief I've read because it dramatizes grief rather than merely describing it.

I never imagined any of the success I am currently experiencing.

Christians pretty much live like everybody else, they just sprinkle a little Jesus in along the way.