“Of all you’ve used against me, the worst has been my words.”

People who are prone to sadness are more likely to pick up a pen.

The greatest heartache comes from loving another soul, they said, beyond reason, beyond doubt, with no hope of salvation.

How much love is a person capable of giving? I thought I knew the answer until I met you.

And if you’ve forgotten, let me remind you. How love never really ends. How your heart breaks the same way it beats, again and again, and again.

It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.

I know you were born with your heart already broken. But the world began in pieces and somehow made itself whole.

I saw love in your smile and I recognized it for the first time in my life. But you had a plane to catch and I was already home.

The only ones they can turn against you are those who were never with you.

I know love because I am in love. Because of how long I’ve loved. Because of the man I love.

The ache will always be there, but the intensity will fade, and you’ll find other beautiful things to fill your days with.

Who you love and who loves you back determines so much in your life.

Our love story comes to me in waves, in movie stills and long summer afternoons spent under a sky of incessant blue. I still think of your eyes in flashes of color, your hands in a frenetic, feverish blur-your smile a mosaic of light and shadow. I still find myself lost in those moments of abstraction.

Isn’t it strange how much of our lives are interchangeable, how little is truly ours.

Whatever path you choose will take you to the same destination. The only thing that should guide you is your intuition.

For me, that was the death of the word, or; because now, there is no other. It was the end of the word, and; for I love only you.

You may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn’t to save you but to show you how to save yourself.

Only two to three per cent of an audience is interested in words and pays attention to lyrics.

It must be said that today, at the end of its semantic evolution, the word ‘terrorist’ is an intrinsically propagandistic term. It has no neutral readability. It dispenses with all reasoned examination of political situations, of their causes and consequences.

Architects themselves tend to shy away from the word, preferring instead to talk about the manipulation of space.

Truth is a new word in Europe (and elsewhere).

I don’t like a lot of things like [Iraq], I never did. Being in a position of celebrity and having your words carry such unnatural weight…

Of all the girls I ever knew some loved and some denied me And all the words I ever said have been no use to hide me.

Sometimes what we imagine and the world aren’t different things.

The play is the source, it is orchestrated with words. In a movie, you are not dealing with as much as that. There are machines and wires.