...what good would it do toshutter your windows, neverdream of rainbows or find hopein promises? Why choose to walk awayrather than hold your groundand fight for love?

Anger is easier than forgiveness.

When did creating a flawless facade become a more vital goal than learning to love the person who lives inside your skin?

Living means taking chances. Risks. Playing safe all the time is being dead inside, even if you happen to still be breathing.

Nobody seems to care that with every push to live up to their expectations, my own dreams vaporize.

Perfection is a ridiculous goal because there is no such thing. Real beauty is what you are inside.

What we strive for, ultimately, is love. You won't find real love because you're beautiful on the outside. It is drawn to inner beauty. Spend your energy crafting that, and you will know true love.

Yes, it takes two to dance. But somebody has to lead.

Tying the know means slipping a noose around love and choking it to death.

Back turned, you don't have to look at what you've left behind. And the person who first turned their back on you can't watch you break down and cry. Never allow an enemy to see weakness in you.

Parenting should be a passion, not a part-time pursuit.

Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love.I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.

Not everything needs to be said. The silences, the words that aren’t spoken, lead us to the questions we should be asking.

The whole point is, we can forget. It’s important that we forget some things. Otherwise we’d go round the world carrying a hodload of stuff we just don’t need.

I want to be the first player to show what Japanese batters can do in the major league.

I kind of thought, wouldn't it be funny to take a swing at being on the weird side of mainstream?

To love life through our labor is to be intimate with life's inmost secrets.

If you see misery, it's your misery. When you see the perfection where the seeming imperfection seems to be, the misery is only an apparency.

Paul Valery speaks of the 'une ligne donnee' of a poem. One line is given to the poet by God or by nature, the rest he has to discover for himself.

As soon as I see period costume, I turn off. It's like hearing drama on Radio 4.