I've been thinking about Jesus. Don't you find it a bit strange that, since He was living with His family and all, He up and left them just when they needed him most?

When you reach the top, you should remember to send the elevator back down for the others.

I was hungry. I was cold. But I was also free. Free not to get up in the morning, not to go to bed at night, free to get drunk if I liked, to dream... to hope.

As far as I'm concerned, love means fighting, big fat lies, and a couple of slaps across the face.

When he takes me in his arms, and speaks to me softly, I see the world through rose-colored glasses.

Use your faults, use your defects; then you're going to be a star.

I want to make people cry even when they don't understand my words.

Don't care what people say. Don't give a damn about their laws.

My conservatory is in the streets. My intelligence is instinct.

All I've done all my life is disobey.

Performers and their public should never meet. Once the curtain comes down, the performer should fly away like a magician's dove.

All good writing is swimming under water and holding your breath.

My keen love of travel was seldom hindered by Father. He permitted me, even as a mere boy, to visit many cities and pilgrimage spots.

I think you should try... not to try to be better than everyone around you, but try to be better than yourself everyday.

Happiness is a sad song.

Fine writing, according to Mr. Addison, consists of sentiments which are natural without being obvious.

So long as one is able to pose one has still much to learn about suffering.

One is not superior merely because one sees the world as odious.

Art, after all, is traditionally displayed against vacancies: paintings on dun walls, sculptures in empty spaces, music in quiet halls.

Perl should remain fast and intuitive (to the extent that it is :-)

When you don't give yourself the time and care you need, your body rebels in the form of sickness and exhaustion