Don't worry about what might be...Worry about what is.

A DJ can't just play one song. It's about playing a set, or how you connect songs in those two hours, and where you place them.

Music is its own language - if you don't speak it, it's hard to say what you're trying to do.

I usually write my music on a piano, and I really enjoy performing that way, because that actually shows how the music was in my mind before it actually became an electronic song.

Fate does not always seek our consent.

I fear no secret of a person I trust, and he has no need to fear mine. It is part of being friends.

The time for desperation is upon us. Let's play.

A man who trusts in luck better have plenty of it.

I love silence. But I usually only listen to that when I'm sleeping.

There is magic in patience, you know.

I'm not emaciated; I'm wiry. Most women find lean men appealing.

He looked at me now."Remember I said, 'what if I didn't want to fix your bike?'"I remembered. "Yes...""I didn't want to fix it, because I liked driving you places.

The Strong Man is Mightiest Alone.

People used to expect literary novels to deepen the experience of living; now they are happy with any sustained display of writerly cleverness.

I would never attach myself to a brand that doesn't represent me.

Your inner purpose is to awaken. It is as simple as that. You share that purpose with every other person on the planet - because it is the purpose of humanity.

You fell in love with someone because of the tilt of his smile, or because he could make you laugh, or in this case, because he made you believe that you were the only one who could save him.

No one thinks in your mind except you.

Just because we are women doesn't mean the only roles we can play are that of the finger-shaking girlfriend.

I prize the Depression, for instance, because I learned the value of things in the Depression that a way people who don't have to worry about such things never learned to prize it really, I believe.

Opportunities are everywhere. Needed are eyes to see the pitiable plight and ears to hear the silent pleadings of a broken heart.