I like structure - like driving: go past the school on the street, stay on the right side, no hitting the car, go in right, you'll see a big church, stop and take a left, and you'll have it. By doing this I'm giving a structure of life, a path of light, and showing what happens between me and me, which is something very beautiful.

In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they're still beautiful.

Alice Walker

Evil is easy, and has infinite forms.

Blaise Pascal

O, for an engine, to keep back all clocks, or make the sun forget his motion!

Ben Jonson

When I wrote the song, I had the sea near Bombay in mind. We stayed at a hotel by the sea, and the fishermen come up at five in the morning and they were all chanting. And we went on the beach and we got chased by a mad dog - big as a donkey.

Ray Davies

I know for works for me - those wonderful sad love songs.

Toni Braxton

I would rather entertain and hope that people learned something than educate people and hope they were entertained.

Walt Disney

I didn't see myself as the busty type. Too bad bodies are issued randomly, not selected to match your personality

Phoebe Kitanidis

Segregation has no place in the education system.

Richard Dawkins

I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived.

Willa Cather

In Words, as Fashions, the same Rule will hold;Alike Fantastick, if too New, or Old;Be not the first by whom the New are try

Alexander Pope, Essay On Critici

In all the antique religions, mythology takes the place of dogma that is, the sacred lore of priests and people... and these stories afford the only explanation that is offered of the precepts of religion and the prescribed rules of ritual.

William Robertson Smith

The gods have been good to you. But what the gods give they quickly take away. You have only a few years in which to live really, perfectly, and fully. When your youth goes, your beauty will go with it, and then you will suddenly discover that there are no triumphs left for you, or have to content yourself with those mean triumphs that the memory of your past will make more bitter than defeats. Every month as it wanes bring you nearer to something dreadful. Time is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses.

Oscar Wilde