We looked at each other for the last time; nothing is as eloquent as nothing.

Travel far enough, you meet yourself.

Truth is singular. Its 'versions' are mistruths.

...now I'm a spent firework; but at least I've been a firework.

If swans weren't real myths'd make up.

Books don't offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw.

I believe death is only a door. One closes, and another opens. If I were to imagine heaven, I would imagine a door opening. And he would be waiting for me there.

Our lives are not our own. We are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.

A half-read book is a half-finished love affair.

You say you're 'depressed' - all i see is resilience. You are allowed to feel messed up and inside out. It doesn't mean you're defective - it just means you're human.

I believe there is another world waiting for us. A better world. And I'll be waiting for you there.

You obviously don't have my soul or you wouldn't be trying to make deals.

When you can't make them see the light, make them feel the heat.

I started singing at the Met when I was seven, and the competition was so fierce that it really prepared me.

Tonight, the daughter of an immigrant from Italy has been chosen to run for vice president in the new land my father came to love.

When I was singing "King of the Mountain," it was a pivotal point in the show. That's the song that took us from this concert setting of individual songs into the theatrical narrative piece.

My dad felt pretty strongly that I know about the basic workings of a plane and so he taught me how to read and set the instruments, as well as the basics of taking off and landing.

I think my parents were immigrants, you know, so I guess I would be first generation. Growing up in California.

When I was a child, I'd see a movie, I took it for what it was, I enjoyed it. And if I believed it I would tend to be more interested in knowing more about it.

The other world is hidden in this world. The Buddha is asleep in the Zorba. It has to be awakened. And nobody can awaken you except life itself.