I always welcomed the comforting cloak of night except for the times when I lost something in it.

Truth and integrity must be so rare these days that it confuses people when they hear it.

There is the purity of love, harmonious in every way, but not meant for a lifetime, and then there is the steady love of commitment - no less real but completely different. She had both.

Darling, if I take your breath away, I will give you mine.

We love because we can lose. If there was no threat of separation, no death to shake us to our core, we probably wouldn't love much at all.

Connecting with someone is not necessarily a bond with a significant other, or even a friend, but can be the indefinable - perhaps the rarest and most precious thing in life to find at all.

Even "meant to be" takes work.

I'd rather be befriended as an aimless lost soul than be befriended for adornment, gain or goal.

Am I a friend or a prospect? Imagine how much kinder life would be if people put as much effort into befriending others instead of trying to sell them something.

Where are the memories that held us together? Where are the dreams that were yet to come? I'm afraid to be happy. I shouldn't be happy. If I'm happy without you does that mean I've told you goodbye?

One of the disadvantages to having a choice is the inevitability to hang oneself on freedoms rope.

Oasis were like the bullies I had to put up with at school.

People do not understand that what I do on stage is a character, my fans know who I truly am.

The more we split and pulverise matter artificially, the more insistently it proclaims its fundamental unity.

Ho said, 'I do not grieve because my feet have been cut off. I grieve because a precious jewel is dubbed a mere stone, and a man of integrity is called a deceiver. This is why I weep.'

I think it's funny how excited people can get about things I say that don't have anything to do with music. I made a disparaging comment about McDonald's on Twitter once and people flipped out on me.

When I started acting, I was told over and over again, 'You're no good.' But I said to myself, 'You've got to keep it up.'

I bring reason to your ears, and, in language as plain as ABC, hold up truth to your eyes.

I demand a lot of myself. I want to learn. I can't sit back. I like a challenge, so I create a lot of challenges for myself.

Ask yourself constantly "Am I treating my fellow citizens as I treat my mum?"

Being is thoughtless-beyond and beneath all categories of thought. Expression is the realization of creative thought. Being is still; expression, moving. But then if I do not strive, who will?