When you stop having dreams and ideals -- well, you might as well stop altogether.

I got a little house in East L.A. and did the gardening. I was doing some acting here and there, doing my own thing... getting back to reality.

Adam Ant

So in your discussions of the nuclear freeze proposals, I urge you to beware the temptation of pride -- the temptation blithely to declare yourselves above it all and label both sides equally at fault, to ignore the facts of history and the aggressive impulses of an evil empire, to simply call the arms race a giant misunderstanding and thereby remove yourself from the struggle between right and wrong, good and evil.

Ronald Reagan

If the reporter has killed our imagination with his truth, he threatens our life with his lies.

Karl Kraus

I squeezed my eyes shut and took several deep breaths, trying not to smell Jace in front of me, not to taste him on my lips. But it was useless. In that moment, Jace was everywhere. He was in my mind, he was in my heart, and he was in my memory. He smelled good. He tasted good. And the blissful aftershock still throbbing in my most sensitive places felt wonderful, when everything else in my life was an obstacle to be overcome.

Rachel Vincent

Perpetual inspiration is as necessary to the life of goodness, holiness and happiness as perpetual respiration is necessary to animal life.

Andrew Bonar Law

Cats will amusingly tolerate humans only until someone comes up with a tin opener that can be operated with a paw.

Terry Pratchett

I've been really excited about some new cutting edge electronic music and technology.

Mike Shinoda

Since I have heard often enough that everyone in the end has his own religion, nothing seemed more natural to me than to fashion my own

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

We have the power to do any damn fool thing we want to do, and we seem to do it about every ten minutes.

J. William Fulbright

There is only one happiness in this life, to love and be loved.

George Sand

Everything that has a beginning comes to an end.

Quintilian

Mark the babe not long accustomed to this breathing world; One that hath barely learned to shape a smile, though yet irrational of soul, to grasp with tiny finger -- to let fall a tear; And, as the heavy cloud of sleep dissolves, To stretch his limbs, becoming, as might seem. The outward functions of intelligent man.

William Wordsworth