“There was something wrong with me, I thought, because I seemed to see things other people didn’t see.”

You either get tired fighting for peace, or you die.

You are not your emotions, you have emotions,and you can master them.

I can’t wake you up. You can wake you up. I can’t cure you. You can cure you.

Our society is run by insane people for insane objectives.

Violence begets violence, you know. And you can’t kill off all the violent people or all the murderers. We’d have to kill off the government.

Evolution and all hopes for a better world rest in the fearlessness and open-hearted vision of people who embrace life.

What we’ve got to do is keep hope alive. Because without it we’ll sink.

I wouldn’t say I was a born writer; I’m a born thinker.

Love is the Answer. What was the Question?

When you do something noble and beautiful and nobody noticed, do not be sad. For the sun every morning is a beautiful spectacle and yet most of the audience still sleeps.

The people have the power. All we have to do is awaken the power in the people.

Instant Karma is going to get you.

Always remember this: ‘A kiss will never miss, and after many kisses a miss becomes a misses.’

I cannot be what I am not.

Everyone deserves to believe they are beautiful.

If there is such a thing as a genius, I am one, and if there isn’t I don’t care.

Happiness is not an ideal of reason, but of imagination.

Close your eyes and imagine a world without color, then open them and look at the world around you.

Without the aid of the imagination all the pleasures of the senses must sink into grossness.

If you want to imagine the future, imagine a boy and his dog and his friends. And a summer that never ends.

Believe in yourself. You are braver than you think, more talented than you know, and capable of more than you imagine.

Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination.

To imagine a language is to imagine a form of life.

Human Beings Are Not Suffering Life, They’re Suffering Memory & Imagination.