They're the ones inside a soap bubble. Not me.

Just a tiny little pain, Three days of heavy rain, Three days of sunlight, Everything will be alright, Just a tiny little pain.

That cloak of love you were wearing—he’s torn it to shreds, undoing the seams of trust that held it together. How can you ever wear those shreds?

The place in her, though, where her tears should have come from, was rough and dry. No, she didn't find any tears in herself to cry for the storyteller.The storyteller didn't exist anymore.

You can't change things. That's life. Poor stays poor, rich says rich, and those two, they will never meet.

Especially in technology, we need revolutionary change, not incremental change.

Yet for every peak there is a valley.

It is the function of parents to see that their children habitually experience the true consequences of their conduct.

If sentiment doesn't ultimately make fibbers of some people, their natural abominable memories almost certainly will.

Don't let anyone tell you what you ought to like... Some wines that some experts think are absolutely exquisite don't appeal to me at all.

No architect is held responsible for the behavior of those who inhabit the structure he designed.

Those periods of struggling to overcome challenges are what people find to be the most enjoyable times.

In love, it is better to know and be disappointed, than to not know and always wonder.

It doesn't do good to open doors for someone who doesn't have the price to get in. If he has the price, he may not need the laws. There is no law saying the Negro has to live in Harlem or Watts.