That's what the world is , after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories.

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.

Attend to your own fate.

When I read about the way in which library funds are being cut and cut, I can only think that American society has found one more way to destroy itself.

Those who prepared for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy.

Self is the perception of perception. Beyond self there's no perception of perception.

You can't just sing the song and live another life.

Anyone singing about trucks, in any form, in any song, anywhere, literally just stop - nobody cares!

I want to see people using Perl to glue things together creatively, not just technically but also socially.

I seldom remember my father, but I sneeze and rub my nose the way he did. I also love my son with grief and anger, as he did.

When students cheat on exams, it's because our school system values grades more than students value learning.

Getting the big things right that make all the money, that's long cycle, really executing in a way that allows you to do it, that's short cycle.