There may be no city in the clouds, but dreaming of it can enliven the spirit.

The eye is always caught by light, but shadows have more to say.

As long as people are going to call you lunatic anyway, why not get the benefit of it? It liberates you from convention.

Remember to breathe. It is after all, the secret of life.

From torched skyscrapers, men grew wings.

Where I'm from, we believe in all sorts of things that aren't true... we call it history.

Books fall open, you fall in. When you climb out again, you're a bit larger than you used to be.

If magic was present, it moved under the skin of the world, beneath the ability of human eyes to catch sight of it.

I know you don't want to hear this but someone has to say it! You are out of control! I mean they're just shoes... let it go!

Growth and change were viewed as reactions to conditions met

Waking up was a daily cruelty, an affront, and she avoided it by not sleeping.

Encouraging others can be the catalyst to unleashing their greatness.

She had to be brave enough to reveal the little girl inside who wondered the scariest question of all.Am I good enough?

With the Stray Cats at least, we really took the music somewhere else. First, we wrote our own songs. That's a real weak point in modern classics if you do rockabilly or blues.

I have this theory: If you forgive someone, they can't hurt you anymore.

You can't worry about what people say, but... People always harp on athletes being selfish individualists.

And as an actor, just working with someone as seasoned and professional and kind as Richard Jenkins, it's always a learning experience watching him - on camera and off camera, just soaking it all up.

Hundreds of millions of human beings on our planet increasingly suffer from unemployment, poverty, hunger, and the destruction of their families.

Nobody has a magic lamp which can tell you in advance whether what you say will be effective in persuading an audience.

Very depressed today. Unable to write a thing. Menacing gods. I feel outcast on a cold star, unable to feel anything but an awful helpless numbness.

True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Whose veil is unremoved Till heart with heart in concord beats, And the lover is beloved.