The world is simple, I think, in its essence. Life, death, love, hate. Desire, fulfillment. Magic.

With courage and hope, we can conquer our fears and do what we once believed impossible.

The future was in our own hands. If we wanted a world where such things were possible, it was for us to make it.

And as I watched him, I knew that in every dark night there was, somewhere, a small light burning that could never be quenched.

My feet will tread soft as a deer in the forest. My mind will be clear as water from the sacred well. My heart will be strong as a great oak. My spirit will spread an eagle's wings, and fly forth.

I should have realized, when Cathal kissed me in the hallway, that my response was the first raindrop heralding a storm.

In all experience, there is something to be learned. In deepest sorrow, wisdom is found. In the well of despair, hope rises.

You are... you're like a beating heart. A glowing lamp. I've never met anyone like you before.

Come, dear heart. Lean on me and let us walk this path together.

I wonder how it takes you, that moment when everything turns to shadows. - Somerled.

You will find the way, daughter of the forest. Through grief and pain, through many trials, through betrayal and loss, your feet will walk a straight path.

The thoughts that you will never make it comes to every person who ever did something great in their lives

Many are called but few get up.

Welcome to Raw, is, Jericho!

Keeping fit is really important as playing football is all I've ever wanted to do.

You have to utilize who you are in your work. Nobody else can do that: nobody else can pull from your background, from your parents, your upbringing, your whole life experience.

The nearer we live to God while we live, the more ready we will be to dwell forever in His presence when we die.

Yeah, I mean, I put work out there for people to use and I'm grateful when you use it.

People in New York love having roof parties.

I'm not a big gadget guy. When I write, I'll do the whole thing by hand, and then I'll put it into the computer.

Why is it that there's more indignation over a photo of a prisoner with underwear on his head than over the video of a young American with no head at all?