You can't make me love you.

I really don't know what "I love you" means. I think it means "Don't leave me here alone.

Go, and make interesting mistakes, make amazing mistakes, make glorious and fantastic mistakes. Break rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here.

You’re alive. That means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything.

Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.

The one thing that you have that nobody else has is you. Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision. So write and draw and build and play and dance and live as only you can.

There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.

You have to finish things - that's what you learn from, you learn by finishing things.

People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.

Google can bring you back 100,000 answers. A librarian can bring you back the right one.

Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.

No tragedies here, Roar. This world will make you a victim every chance it gets. Don't let it.

The what to do can be taught

The notion of making money by popular work, and then retiring to do good work, is the most familiar of all the devil's traps for artists.

Jesus himself refers to himself as light, illumination, knowledge, insight, understanding, wisdom

Water’s water and that’s why it’s beautiful.

We are ready for any unforeseen event that may or may not occur.

Paradise A concept embraced by almost every culture. A land of peace and harmony. Some say it doesn't belong to the earth, that there is no Shangri-la, no utopian wilderness for the living.

See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. Rohypnol

I'm Catholic and Mum taught me the comfort that you can get from going to church. But I'm an a la carte Catholic. I love all the pomp and ceremony of it.

But genius looks forward: the eyes of men are set in his forehead, not in his hindhead: man hopes: genius creates.