You need imagination in order to imagine a future that doesn't exist.

Every great work of art ... is a celebration, an act of insubordination against the betrayals, horrors and infidelities of life.

I see people who talk about America, and then undermine it by not paying attention to its soul, to its poetry. I see polarization, reductionism and superficiality.

Once we know of atrocities we cannot remain silent, and knowledge inevitably leads to an urge to protect the innocent.

That, of course, is what great works of imagination do for us: They make us a little restless, destabilize us, question our preconceived notions and formulas.

I no longer believe that we can keep silent. We never really do, mind you. In one way or another we articulate what has happened to us through the kind of people we become.

It is amazing how, when all possibilities seem to be taken away from you, the minutest opening can become a great freedom.

The negative side of the American Dream comes when people pursue success at any cost, which in turn destroys the vision and the dream.

I eat my heart out alone.

I am suddenly left alone again on the sunny path, with a memory of the rain.

When I walked down the streets, I asked myself, are these my people?, is this my hometown, am I who I am?

Facts? What are facts? I only know imagination!

If you truly love someone, you should be more interested in keeping them happy than in being right.

If the world is to save any part of its resources for the future, it must reduce not only consumption but the number of consumers.

Ego gets you inches but it doesn't get you impact.

Congratulations to President Obama on being reelected president of the United States. Turns out it is not all bad news for the Republicans. It seems that depression is covered by Obamacare.

Some people take pictures, I write songs.

A poem is a box, a thing, to put other things in. For safe keeping.

Character is proportionate to N, the number of consecutive failures without being discouraged, or equivalently, the number of successive rejections without being intimidated.

Christianity knows no truth which is not the child of love and the parent of duty.

What might save us, me and you, is if the Russians love their children too.