Your voice is wild and simple. You are untranslatable Into any one tongue.

My shadow serves as the friend I crave

You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms.

Italy is a dream that keeps returning for the rest of your life.

All has been looted, betrayed, sold; black death's wing flashed ahead.

It is unbearably painful for the soul to love silently.

Sunset in the ethereal waves: I cannot tell if the day is ending, or the world, or if the secret of secrets is inside me again.

You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.

Forgive me, that I manage badly, Manage badly but live gloriously, That I leave traces of myself in my songs, That I appeared to you in waking dreams.

Call me a sinner, Mock me maliciously: I was your insomnia, I was your grief.

Real tenderness can't be confused, It's quiet and can't be heard.

In order to be a teacher you've got to be a student first

But if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?

There are many rooms in the House of Pain.

Pain seems to be easier, or melancholy seems to be easier to portray in a character. I don't know if that's because I'm a human being or because I'm an Irishman or both.

I was able to read a movie before I was able to read a book

The idea is essentially repulsive, of a society held together only by the relations and feelings arising out of pecuniary interest.

It’s all right,” the boy murmured as he felt her trembling. “My grandmother always told me ‘Never try to turn back on a new road—you don’t know what adventures await you.

Whoever has the most energy wins. Energy gives one confidence, power, self-esteem and new possibilities.

I think as a student I ended up liking so many different and conflicting things.

I would think a lot more would be done to demand justice, to demand that officials in Belgrade have a serious investigation.