“This world is all we have.”

There is no love like your own.

Sometimes the only choice is you.

The solitude is taking me home.

She is a flame in angel skin.

It’s okay to bloom alone.

What goes will come back.

Truths change with time.

If only the goodbyes were food.

The world moves in circles.

Every fire needs air to breathe.

You are not your emotions.

Stay wherever you find hope.

Go where the energy flows.

I see your face in every sunset.

Kindness always comes back.

Giving is the greatest gift.

The comfort of home fills me when you take my hand- wherever we go.

Are you native to the land you are spilling blood on?

Brown daughters are just fragile glass houses always on the verge of shattering.

Rock ‘n’ roll accepted me and paid me, even though I loved the big bands I went that way because I wanted a home of my own. I had a family. I had to raise them. Let’s don’t leave out the economics. No way.

If all men were to bring their miseries together in one place, most would be glad to take each his own home again rather than take a portion out of the common stock.

You make movies for the people. If critics happen to like them too, well, that’s a home run.

Growing up in Australia, you never feel like you’re going to live beyond that place. You wake up and you go to the beach, and you do your homework. You’re just a kid.

We spend a lot of time trying to keep all that stuff very private. In this day in age, it’s impossible. It’s out in the ether and people send stuff to my house all the time. People show up at my house sometimes.