I need a boy who thinks with his big head, not his little one. Since they do not exist, I have fashioned my own.

Because beautiful things never last. Not roses nor snow… And not fireworks, either

Most of the mess that is called history comes about because kings and presidents cannot be satisfied with a nice chicken and a good loaf of bread.

For mad I may be, but I will never be convenient.

History is a Rorschach test, people. What you see when you look at it tells you as much about yourself as it does about the past.

Together in our house, in the firelight, we are the world made small.

Hope is the crystal meth of emotions. It hooks you fast and kills you hard.

The greenest of pastures are right here on earth.

He's wearing boots, a kilt, and a long-sleeve tee. No coat, even though it's December. Beautiful people don't need coats. They've got their auras to keep them warm.

I'm wishing he could see that music lives. Forever. That it's stronger than death. Stronger than time. And that its strength holds you together when nothing else can.

When you can write music that endures, bravo. Until then, keep quiet and study the work of those who can.

I like games of chance, including women.

Your key hobbies need to be long country walks (get some fresh air in those lungs!), masturbation, and the revolution. Between those three, you should, in the long term, stay relatively sane.

Truth is universal. Perception of truth varies.

Alienation and loneliness plant the seeds for rebellion and consciousness.

Chance is the only source of true novelty.

It is with deep regret that the determination to assemble Parliament has been so long delayed.

It is possible that these may all be insufficient to control the caprice and wickedness of man. But are they not all that government will admit, and all that human prudence can devise?

The problem [of climat changing] is only getting worse - that to me underscores that we need a transformative solution.

He was giving me enough rope to hang myself with. Apparently he didn't realize that once a noose is tied it will fit one neck as easily as another.

If you're not worth speaking on, then you haven't adequately done your job.