Renunciation remains sorrow, though a sorrow borne willingly.

People like to hear the word ‚love.‘

I think I have the nicest fans in the world, and I quite like being surrounded by people if we’re all feeling the same emotion in the same room.

No one has done a study on this, as far as I can tell, but I think Facebook might be the first place where a large number of people have come out. We didn’t create that – society was generally ready for that. I think this is just part of the general trend that we talked about, about society being more open, and I think that’s good.

Everyone got kind of crazy with me mentioning I was in love with a woman.

‚Mean‘ is a song I wrote about somebody who wrote things that were so mean so many times that it would ruin my day. Then it would ruin the next day. And it would level me so many times, I just felt like I was being hit in the face every time this person would take to their computer.

Old age is like a plane flying through a storm. Once you’re aboard, there’s nothing you can do.

The ideal death, I think, is what was the ideal Victorian death, you know, with your grandchildren around you, a bit of sobbing. And you say goodbye to your loved ones, making certain that one of them has been left behind to look after the shop.

Hatred is blind, as well as love.

There are so many emotions that you’re feeling, you can get stifled by them if you’re feeling them all at once. What I try to do is take one moment – one simple, simple feeling – and expand it into three-and-a-half minutes.

I never will, by any word or act, bow to the shrine of intolerance or admit a right of inquiry into the religious opinions of others.

I make a lot of expressions constantly. I’m animated.

God tells us not to judge one another, no matter what anyone’s sexual preferences are or if they’re black, brown or purple.

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart.

Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.

Tears come from the heart and not from the brain.

I can’t consciously explain how people feel after reading my books. All is too personal.

I have been impressed with the urgency of doing. Knowing is not enough; we must apply. Being willing is not enough; we must do.

Sensual love deceives one as to the nature of heavenly love; it could not do so alone, but since it unconsciously has the element of heavenly love within it, it can do so.

My body is like breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I don’t think about it, I just have it.

Martyrs do not underrate the body, they allow it to be elevated on the cross. In this they are at one with their antagonists.

Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere.

I believe when it comes to love, there’s something intangible about who we are attracted to, and I don’t think I have a pattern.

I have trouble with letting go. That’s my problem.

Is there something wrong with being a Muslim in this country? The answer’s no. That’s not America. Is there something wrong with some seven-year-old Muslim American kid believing that he or she could be president?

If you get something right, you really feel it, right in your chest, on stage. I think it’s an incomparable experience.

Men are so willing to respect anything that bores them.

Many people resented my impatience and honesty, but I never cared about acceptance as much as I cared about respect.

It’s with bad sentiments that one makes good novels.

We are afraid to care too much, for fear that the other person does not care at all.

Our affections as well as our bodies are in perpetual flux.

Ain’t nothing like a good cry.

I have a strong feeling that I shall be glad when I am dead and done for – scrapped at last to make room for somebody better, cleverer, more perfect than myself.

Almost all of our sorrows spring out of our relations with other people.

To have in general but little feeling, seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion.

Kissing someone is pretty intimate, actually very intimate, and your heart always kind of skips a beat before you do that.

Grief changes shape, but it never ends.

A relationship can give you a gut wrenching feeling sometimes. It’s a real emotional ride.

I like everything. Boyish girls, girlish boys, the heavy and the skinny. Which is a problem when I’m walking down the street.

Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.

There is nothing that makes its way more directly into the soul than beauty.

When you think about it, three of our biggest financial decisions in life are made at times of peak emotional excitement: deciding to get married, buying a home, and having kids.

May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.

People gonna be they own individuals and have they own worlds and I can’t knock it.

Actually, you have to be a little bit in love with your leading man and vice versa. If you’re going to portray love, you have to feel it. You can’t do it any other way. But you don’t carry it beyond the set.

Maturity is a bitter disappointment for which no remedy exists, unless laughter could be said to remedy anything.

We have normality. I repeat, we have normality. Anything you still can’t cope with is therefore your own problem.

And were an epitaph to be my story I’d have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover’s quarrel with the world.

Our vanity is hardest to wound precisely when our pride has just been wounded.

Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.

I really believed that fear is contagious.

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.

I always like to create things that get attention. It used to be a problem when I wasn’t famous. Now, I can do whatever I want and people have to accept it.

Who shall measure the hat and violence of the poet’s heart when caught and tangled in a woman’s body?

My father had died, and very swiftly, too, of cancer of the esophagus. He was 79. I am 61. In whatever kind of a ‚race‘ life may be, I have very abruptly become a finalist.

Those movies sure got me into a rut.

It is a hard thing to let go of mistakes we’ve made and sins. God wants us to do that because He knows the guilt and the condemnation will keep us from becoming who He has created us to be.

The big message of gospel is that you don’t have to keep fighting the universe; you can stop, and the universe is quite good to you. There is a loss of ego.

Love is like a virus. It can happen to anybody at any time.

I hate violence, yes I do. It’s kind of a dilemma, huh?.

All religions must be tolerated… for every man must get to heaven in his own way.