I just want to be normal, like everybody else." "Are you sure that being like everybody else will make you happy?

But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer - big explosion of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets, a riot of flowers and wind that smells like honey - pick the snow?

Live free or die.

It's funny, isn't it? When you are young you just want to be old, and then later you wish you could go back to being a kid.

How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?

Fridays are the hardest in some ways: you’re so close to freedom.

Dystopian novels help people process their fears about what the future might look like; further, they usually show that there is always hope, even in the bleakest future.

And when it started to get dark you pointed to the sky, and told me there was a star for every thing you loved about me.

i think of all the thousands of billions of steps and missteps and chances and coincidences that have brought me here. Brought you here, and it feels like the biggest miracle in the world.

I love you. Remember. They cannot take it

I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.

I accept the term extremist with pride.

I have to stay hydrated so I don't pass out onstage!

Here is their plan. Whistle a happy tune while driving us off a fiscal cliff as long as they are behind the wheel of power when we fall.

There is no history of how bad became better.

There's a big difference between seeing an opportunity and seizing an opportunity

I want to sing for the broadest possible audience.

Whatever you see me do is spontaneous reactions on stage. It's nothing planned. It's nothing that I got in the room and tried to think of hard. It just happens through feeling.

But with the library, it's like catnip, I suppose: you begin to run in circles because there's so much to look at and read.

To have your whole music library with you at all times is a quantum leap in listening to music. How do we possibly do this?

Fate occasionally touches us all in ways we don't always understand.