You know, Chihiro, darling- all it takes is one little wrong step and you end up feeling frustrated your whole life, like me.

Sometimes people put up walls, not to keep others out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.

What was important wasn't the fireworks, it was that we were together this evening, together in this place, looking up into the sky at the same time.

I love feeling the rhythm of other people's lives. It's like traveling.

The sky was incredibly far away, and beautiful enough to make a person wonder why our hearts are never so free.

Truly happy memories always live on, shining. Over time, one by one, they come back to life.

Everything that had happened was shockingly beautiful, enough to make you crazy.

No matter where you are, you're always a bit on your own, always an outsider.

But I have my life, I’m living it. It’s twisted, exhausting, uncertain, and full of guilt, but nonetheless, there’s something there.

The night glittered brilliantly then.

Over and over, we begin again.

There are many wounded hearts here. Many! Some admit. Others - the stubborn ones, scribble poetry instead.

Better to be called something positive and inspirational than something negative.

You know you're a success when people tell you, “I like me best when I'm with you.”

It is not the job of the Department of Education to maximize profits for the government at the cost of squeezing students who are struggling to get an education.

I think it is possible for ordinary people to choose to be extraordinary.

I have a tendency to kick it up. I like to rattle the cage.

Rock stardom will die because nobody will make enough money any more to be rock stars.

We may print, but not stereotype, our opinions.

Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup-they all die. So do we.

Cassius and Brutus were the more distinguished for that very circumstance that their portraits were absent. [Lat., Praefulgebant Cassius atque Brutus eo ipso, quod effigies eorum non videbantur.]