Once she was out of the car and gone, my world was suddenly hollow and meaningless.

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.

Science is the most reliable guide in life.

Pseudo idealism: apparent charitable behaviour that on scrutiny is revealed as selfish, because the giver is engaging in it only so that he or she can feel good about him or herself

I beg women to wait. Wait on God. Keep your mouth shut. Don’t expect anything until the declaration is clear and forthright. And to the men I say be careful with us, please. Be circumspect.

To me, it was clear proof of the existence of supersymmetry, the idea that every particle has a partner. She was mine.

I doubt whether I ever read any description of scenery which gave me an idea of the place described.

I'm lucky to not have a real job, to be able to express myself, be creative and be relevant.

If we are going to commit American troops, we must be certain they have a clear mission, an achievable goal and an exit strategy.

The umbrella that I live under is that you must be truthful with everyone except when to do so would injure them or others.

If a person who indulges in gluttony is a glutton, and a person who commits a felony is a felon, then God is an iron.

We don't get our shoulds, we get our musts.