When my soul steps to exit this frame, I will be reincarnated as rain.

If you only had an hour to sum your whole life up, would you spend that hour saying that an hour ain't enough?

I'm lonely, but everyone is lonely So at least I know I'm not alone.

Everyone's the same. All brains are contained by their reality frame and chained to the terrain that they're trained not to change and once you see what I've explained you've hit the jackpot.

Time taught me how to see every second as heaven, even though they're perfectly disguised as hell.

It's so fun to be in love... or so I've heard, The meaning has no feeling even though I understand the word...

I refuse to let past bruises cover the light. It ain't all good, but it's all good enough so I know I'm alright

I'm here for you in the same way that you're here for me, each person is an intricate piece of infinity.

Empathy is the poor man's cocaine, and love is just a chemical by any other name

We're all born into this river without knowing how to swim, And eventually we learn how to keep this water under our chins

A pessimist is just an optimist with experience.

I don't think Harry cares about being forgiven, " Poppy said glumly."Of course he does. Men love to be forgiven. It makes us feel better about our inability to learn from our mistakes.

There is a little bit of everybody in everybody.

I will never forget the feeling of walking into my home, a place that while drifting helpless in the middle of the Indian Ocean I wondered if I would ever see again.

If I can live through the events,” she said, “I can get through the memories.

Boys go to Washington to be somebody...men go to do something.

Prying into others' private affairs is the preferred occupation of small minds.

I have always believed helping your fellow man is profitable in every sense, personally and bottom line.

You gotta *be* country music - you can't just sing it.

We are the sum total of our experiences.

But then I'm one of those guys that is still a bit afraid of the telephone, its implications for conversation. I still wonder if the jukebox might be the death of live music.