Love came hard and very seldom. When it did it was usually for the wrong reasons.

Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.

The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts, while the stupid ones are full of confidence.

Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?

People are strange: They are constantly angered by trivial things, but on a major matter like totally wasting their lives, they hardly seem to notice.

Find what you love and let it kill you.

If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life.

Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.

Sometimes I feel as if we are all trapped in a movie. We know our lines, where to walk, how to act, only there is no camera. Yet, we can't break out of the movie. And it's a bad one.

You have to die a few times before you can really live.

I stopped looking for a Dream Girl, I just wanted one that wasn't a nightmare.

One who thinks and reflects develops his foresight and vision.

Rationality is the recognition of the fact that nothing can alter the truth and nothing can take precedence over that act of perceiving it.

We know we only have about half of our population that's voting.

They did an article in a major magazine, shortly after the war started. I think in '04. But they did an article which had me totally against the war in Iraq.

Our plan is to struggle against terrorism and have security for the country and help draft a democratic constitution as soon as possible.

Do wars support the military-industrial complex and therefore support the people?

When I was a nurse my favourite assignment was the anorexic ward. I sometimes ate as many as seventeen dinners

The law of "An eye for an eye" will eventually leave everyone blind.

I look upon every day to be lost, in which I do not make a new acquaintance.

I was born accidentally. I lived accidentally in London. We nearly migrated to New Zealand. So much of my life has been a product of chance, I can't see a meaning in it at all.