There, in the chords and melodies, is everything I want to say. The words just jolly it along. It's always been my way of expressing what for me is inexpressible by any other means.

Religion is for people who fear hell, spirituality is for people who have been there.

Don’t you love the Oxford Dictionary? When I first read it, I thought it was a really really long poem about everything.

Tomorrow belongs to those who can hear it coming.

If I never wake again, I certainly will have lived while I was alive.

And these children that you spit on as they try to change their worlds are immune to your consultations. They're quite aware of what they're going through.

I don't know where I'm going from here, but I promise it won't be boring.

I suspect that dreams are an integral part of existence, with far more use for us than we've made of them...The fine line between the dream state and reality is at times, for me, quite grey.

The end comes when the infinites arrive.

I'm always amazed that people take what I say seriously. I don't even take what I am seriously.

Put on your red shoes, and dance the blues.

There was a time when our desire for each other would have landed us in an asylum or prison, had it not been sanctioned by mutual assent. True or false.

You know, sometimes you've got to trust the people you love. You've got to trust that if they're good people, they'll make good decisions.

Heaven is a big place, honey. I don't know every dead person.''They'd probably be in hell anyway.

I don’t have to be logical. I’m a leopard. We’re considered wild animals, you know. (Spoken by Megan.)

A very large part of space-time must be investigated, if reliable results are to be obtained.

If you want to see what I'll look like as an old guy, check out any recent photo of me.

Juno MacGuff: I was out handling things way beyond my maturity level.

The trouble is I don't believe my unbelief.

America doesn't reward people of my age, either in day-to-day life or for their performances.

There's nothing I hate more than gritty, linty, mysterious pocket schmutz in the cap of my lip moisturizer - or, even worse, on the applicator itself. I shudder at the thought.