It was a completely new feeling for me–like someone had just released a million, tiny butterflies loose in my stomach, and they were feverishly flying up into my head and making me lose my mind.

A faint smell of lilac filled the air. There was always lilac in this part of town. Where there were grandmothers, there was always lilac.

But there is so much more to do for the city we love... a Dallas with roads as strong as our businesses, parks as beautiful as our children, a downtown as tall as our imagination.

Dallas is a great city, and it's worth fighting for.

Buying a book is not about obtaining a possession, but about securing a portal.

In many ways, our campaign this year will be the same as last time: We're still going to focus on fixing up basics and cleaning up ethics at City Hall.

Now it's time to focus on basics for people in our neighborhoods... and real ethics reform at City Hall.

The city has to do what any citizen or family does, when you have a dream. You tighten your belt. You sacrifice some luxuries. Above all, you don't waste a dime.

The first book we fall in love with shapes us every bit as much as the first person we fall in love with.

Dallas is a positive, get-it done city.

The conditions conducive to deep thought have become increasingly rare in our highly mediated lives... Now we live in an attention economy, where the most in-demand commodity is 'eyeballs.

The love of God is all I need.

Into each dance must be packed the panic and ecstasy of her last moment of life, for underneath was death.

An egoist can be won over by being respected, a crazy person can be won over by allowing him to behave in an insane manner and a wise person can be won over by truth.

There were songs I would write about breaking up with somebody before I broke up with them, months and months before I broke up with them.

Faced with a choice between the survival of the planet and a new set of matching tableware, most people would choose the tableware.

The establishment of the world community will surely exact a price – and who can tell what that price may be? – in toil, suffering and blood.

When anything bad happens to me or someone I know, I always know who to blame. My no-good-dirty-rotten-pig-stealing-great-great-grandfather.

The new century will see unimaginable levels of wastefulness and extravagance, but it will also be an age in which the individual human being acquires a true and universally recognised value.

No one should approach the temple of science with the soul of a money changer.

I've been a target my entire life. At this point, there's nothing anyone can say that will faze me. Bring it on!