Too soon, the sun will rise.

I really don't know what "I love you" means. I think it means "Don't leave me here alone.

Go, and make interesting mistakes, make amazing mistakes, make glorious and fantastic mistakes. Break rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here.

You’re alive. That means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything.

Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.

The one thing that you have that nobody else has is you. Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision. So write and draw and build and play and dance and live as only you can.

There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.

You have to finish things - that's what you learn from, you learn by finishing things.

People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.

Google can bring you back 100,000 answers. A librarian can bring you back the right one.

Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.

Fear is a fickle friend who will loyally stand by your side as long as you allow it to diminish you.

Swans sing before they die - 'twere no bad thing should certain persons die before they sing.

That society is strong and viable which recognizes its own provisionality.

Injuries obviously change the way you approach the game.

Well British pension funds have not been investing the savings of British people in British infrastructure.

I found the ability to become still. The hardest thing for people to do is just be still. And in that stillness you create motion.

From my dad ... I think we have a similar sense of humor. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing, but I think he's funny!

Writing poetry is a pleasure,...a pleasure out of hell

Hacking into a victim of crime's phone is a sort of poetically elegant manifestation of a modus operandi the tabloids have.