We were, the two of us, still fragmentary beings, just beginning to sense the presence of an unexpected, to be-aquired reality that would fill us and make us whole.

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.

Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

Love is the light and source of life, and happiness is the delight and essence of life.

People are mysterious, even to themselves.

I am living. I am a miracle. Everyday of my life is miraculous!

The whole, 'Is the internet a good thing or a bad thing'? We're done with that. It's just a thing. How to maximise its civic value, its public good - that's the really big challenge.

Colin Montgomerie is a few French fries short of a Happy Meal.

Then, on my way to California, I decided to stop in New York to do some research. I couldn't leave, because that's where the music was!

All my money is in a savings account. My dad has explained the stock market to me maybe 75 times. I still don't understand it.

We're never going to escape the idea of being young. Which I don't mind myself. I mean, who wants to grow up anyway?

Artists should never look at pictures, but should stutter in a language of their own.