Donde termina el arco iris, en tu alma o en el horizonte?Where does the rainbow end, in your soul or on the horizon?

With which stars do they go on speaking, the rivers that never reach the sea?

Como se reparten el sol en el naranjo las naranjas?How do the oranges divide up sunlight in the orange tree?

Sufre mas el que espera siempreque aquel que nunca espero a nadie?Does he who is always waiting suffer more than he who’s never waited for anyone?

Do tears not yet spilledwait in small lakes?Or are they invisible riversthat run toward sadness?

The deeper the journey into inner space, the further the possibilities in outer space.

Your pain was always a part of a plan to open your heart to love.

Dylan, myself and my father were in a two hour movie called The Sand Kings, which started off the Outer Limits series. It was sort of the two hour pilot movie.

When the bread basket comes to the table and I have a bite, people are like, "Oh, you eat bread?" I say, "Oh, my God, of course I eat bread. I'm human."

The way we live out our days is the way we will live our lives.

The egoism which enters into our theories does not affect their sincerity; rather, the more our egoism is satisfied, the more robust is our belief.

I think if you're against cruelty and you look at what happens to animals in slaughterhouses and on factory farms, you have to be completely against eating meat.

I've just finished my book, I wrote it on penguins. Come to think of it, paper would have been better.

Envy among other ingredients has a mixture of the love of justice in it. We are more angry at undeserved than at deserved good-fortune.