That's what heaven is. You get to make sense of your yesterdays

In order to move on, you must understand why you felt what you did and why you no longer need to feel it.

Each affects the other, and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one.

Every life has one true love snapshot.

Heaven can be found in the most unlikely corners.

Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you're not really losing it. You're just passing it on to someone else.

Sacrifice is a part of life. It's supposed to be. It's not something to regret. It's something to aspire to.

War could bond men like a magnet, but like a magnet it could repel them, too. The things they saw, the things they did. Sometimes they just wanted to forget.

When you are an outcast, even a tossed stone can be cherished.

There are no random acts...We are all connected...You can no more separate one life from another than you can separate a breeze from the wind...

People often belittle the place where they were born but heaven can be found in the most unlikely places.

What are you reading for?

Not to sound egotistic, but I've gotten kind of good at it. It's something that came naturally to me, but my rapping is rooted in my writing.

Women never cease to impress and inspire me.

Our domestic Napoleons, too many of them, give flattery, bonnets and bracelets to women, and everything else but - justice.

The only number that would ever be enough is 0. Zero pounds, zero life, size zero, double-zero, zero point. Zero in tennis is love. I finally get it.

The passion for power over others can never cease to threaten mankind, and is always sure of finding new and unforseen allies in continuing its martyrology.

A religion that gives nothing, costs nothing, and suffers nothing, is worth nothing.

I definitely don't consider myself a kid anymore. I feel like an old man, an old 28-year-old.

My thinking musically has always been more advanced - it is difficult to get it down onto paper sometimes, even now.

Progress is a farce because man's head and hand have created wonders that stun the imagination, but his heart does not keep step and his morals undo all that his mind has wrought.