Coroner's inquest: death by drowning. And he hasn't been to the sea-shore in ten years.

There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in.

We are not mad. We are human.We want to love, and someone must forgive us for the paths we take to love, for the paths are many and dark, and we are ardent and cruel in our journey.

I don't consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.

I greet you from the other side of sorrow and despair, with a love so vast and shattered it will reach you everywhere.

I wish I could say everything in one word. I hate all the things that can happen between the beginning of a sentence and the end.

We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made. In love we disappear.

May you be surrounded by friends and family, and if this is not your lot, may the blessings find you in your solitude.

We are so small between the stars, so large against the sky.

You live your life as if it's real.......a thousand kisses deep

Reality is one of the possibilities I cannot afford to ignore

To help humanity, live with kindness and harmony.

I know you don't love me but that doesn't mean I'm the wrong girl for you.

How ravished one could be without ever being touched. Ravished by dead words become obscene and dead ideas become obsessions.

Plastic surgeons are always making mountains out of molehills.

Nerves, stress and the pressure to perform are a part of life. You don't have to conquer these feelings; just learn to live with them.

My principles are only those that, before the French Revolution, every well-born person considered sane and normal.

We all have bad days, but one thing is true; no cloud is so dark that the sun can't shine through.

When I perform outside, the major problem that could arise is strong wind.I spend months preparing for the types of wind that occur in different locations.

I'm not a very big fan of 'Slumdog Millionaire.' I think it's visually brilliant. But I have problems with the story line. I find the storyline unconvincing.

We spend our lives hurrying away from the real, as though it were deadly to us. It must be somewhere up there on the horizon, we think. And all the time it is in the soil, right beneath our feet.