If you can love someone with your whole heart, even one person, then there’s salvation in life. Even if you can’t get together with that person.

Unclose your mind. You are not a prisoner. You are a bird in flight, searching the skies for dreams.

I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.

No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.

Say it before you run out of time. Say it before it's too late. Say what you're feeling. Waiting is a mistake.

I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world. I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.

But if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn’t it?

The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time.

When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.

When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.

There is nothing so expensive, really, as a big, well-developed, full-bodied preconception.

For how long are the people who seek for the approval of others keep putting their self-worth in the hands of people?

No one ever lost his job by listening too much.

It's a new town. The old elegance is gone. It used to be one big family, this industry.

In dealing with the Communists, remember that in their mind what is secret is serious, and what is public is merely propaganda.

Newt Gingrich's campaign is broke. All the money gone. So now he's charging $50 for a photo. And for $100 you can marry him.

No influence so quickly converts a radical into a reactionary as does his election to power.

It smelled like aging wood and creosote, plastic book covers, and old paper. Old paper, which my mom used to say was the smell of time itself.

We always have a good time playing, and I'm glad it shows.

Man's insulting God is not reversed by our insulting man.