You have such faith, ” he tells me. “Let it be bigger than your fears.

Since the beginning of time there was always stories like this, ” he replies. “As children we reveled in the dream that there was a place out there that was different from the one we lived in.

The darkness is no place to be in times like this.

A book, child. A book just for you, in a lost language.

..and she a star, to outshine all the suns of mans days.

Everyone is good at heart. We all do things with the greatest of intentions and most of the time we do it for selfish reasons. Myself included.

Everyone makes mistakes. If everyone fell into the sand after making a mistake we would never get anywhere. We'd all be washed away in the sea, lost forever. Do you understand?

Whatever my path, I have faith I will end up where I need to be.

I lost my family, ” he says softly. The tone of his voice justifies my earlier regret. “If you have nothing to love, you have nothing to lose. Even your own life becomes meaningless.

Maybe you should stop putting so much faith into what you read in books.

I see my father. I see him gone away. My world is a little bit colder.

When it comes to making an album I take that very seriously. I am meticulous, overworked. That's my time to put everything under the microscope.

We who are engaged in the sacred cause of education are entitled to look upon all parents as having given hostages to our cause.

Everyone loves to be loved.

To arrive at a just estimate of a renowned man's character one must judge it by the standards of his time, not ours.

Traffic is one of the most powerful films to come out in recent years. It blew me away.

Kids don't know about best sellers. They go for what they enjoy. They aren't star chasers and they don't suck up. It's why I like them.

It is fear that I stand most in fear of, in sharpness it exceeds every other feeling.

Hunger can change everything you ever thought you knew about yourself.

So after all I am a very promiscuous free lover. I want the love of you all, promiscuously.

Melancholy betrays the world for the sake of knowledge. But in its tenacious self-absorption it embraces dead objects in its contemplation, in order to redeem them