There is nothing else for people to do. They do not think. They feel no passion, no hatred, no sadness; they feel nothing but fear, and a desire to control. So they watch, and poke, and pry.

But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer - big explosion of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets, a riot of flowers and wind that smells like honey - pick the snow?

Live free or die.

It's funny, isn't it? When you are young you just want to be old, and then later you wish you could go back to being a kid.

How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?

Fridays are the hardest in some ways: you’re so close to freedom.

Dystopian novels help people process their fears about what the future might look like; further, they usually show that there is always hope, even in the bleakest future.

And when it started to get dark you pointed to the sky, and told me there was a star for every thing you loved about me.

i think of all the thousands of billions of steps and missteps and chances and coincidences that have brought me here. Brought you here, and it feels like the biggest miracle in the world.

I love you. Remember. They cannot take it

I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.

How else but through a broken heart may Lord Christ enter in?

For me, poetry is a situation - a state of being, a way of facing life and facing history.

Ten Days That Shook The World, by Eisenstein, I went to see it, and I was so impressed with this film, so impressed with what cinema could do.

I always liked to chase the girls. Parkinson's stops all that. Now I might have a chance to go to heaven.

We put all these things together into a tangible product that is The Rock N' Roll Mystery Tour.

The enjoyment of life is only possible if the world could get connected to the spirit... you become the spirit as Christ has said in simple words that you have to be born again.

Most of our modern portrait painters are doomed to absolute oblivion. They never paint what they see. They paint what the public sees, and the public never sees anything.

With a written agreement you have a prayer; with a verbal agreement you have nothing but air.

It’s hard to stay away from religion when you mess with acid.

Ships are a strange kind of commodity because they're very lumpy, very big individual units, but they're commodities.