Running down a dream... working on a mystery... going wherever it leads.

You and I will meet again, When we're least expecting it, One day in some far off place, I will recognize your face, I won't say goodbye my friend, For you and I will meet again.

You belong among the wildflowers You belong in a boat out at sea You belong with your love on your arm You belong somewhere you feel free

Buy me a drink, sing me a song; take me as I come, cause I can't stay long.

Go after what you really love and find a way to make that work for you, and then you'll be a happy person.

Do something you really like, and hopefully it pays the rent. As far as I'm concerned, that's success.

You belong somewhere you feel free.

Music really isn’t supposed to be perfect. It’s all about people relating to each other and doing something that’s really from the soul. It must come from the soul.

The waiting is the hardest part, every day you get one more yard. You take it on faith, you take it to the heart, the waiting is hardest part.

You were the one who made things different, you were the one who took me in. You were the one thing I could count on, above all, you were my friend.

Most things I worry about never happen anyway.

What you need is not too big for God to supply.

...and here's a secret for you - everything beautiful is sad...gilded with impermanence...

Mental degeneracy may be caused by lead poisoning. Or by a poor dip in the gene pool.

What is it in my makeup that makes me grab any offer and fly around the world? Will I ever be satisfied? Can't I ever just rest?

One smart reader is worth a thousand boneheads.

I'm not really an actress.

Rilke says: Verweilung, auch am Verstrautesten nicht, ist uns gegeben - We are not allowed to linger, even with what is most intimate.

Every general prohibition creates its bootleggers.

I would never do anything outside of the rules of play.

Her heartbeat was in her hands, her heart beat the way she moved her head, her whole body was her heart beating.