“There is a place where the sidewalk ends.”

I’ve found my missin’ piece So grease my knees and fleece my bees I’ve found my missin’ piece.

Everything isn’t everything.

She had blue skin. And so did he. He kept it hid, And so did she. They searched for blue their whole life through, Then passed right by – And never knew.

Comfortable shoes and the freedom to leave are the two most important things in life.

Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’t, the impossibles, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me, Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.

If there is a book you want to read but isn`t written yet, write it.

And the tree was happy.

And if I say this is a wonderful poem, Is that exaggeration?

It’s all the same to the clam.

Whatever you are is all okay. I don’t like you anyway.

Once I spoke the language of the flowers, Once I understand each word the caterpillar said, Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings.

When the light turns green, you go. When the light turns red, you stop. But what do you do when the light turns blue with orange and lavender spots?

But all the magic I have known I’ve had to make it myself.

And she loved a boy very, very much- even more than she loved herself.

And he didn’t really know where he was going, but he did know he was going somewhere because you really have to go somewhere, don’t you?

And the boy loved the tree, very much. And the tree was happy.

The end of the creation is that the creation might glorify God. Now what is glorifying God, but a rejoicing at that glory he has displayed?

Dare to love yourself as if you were a rainbow with gold at both ends.

My view is when you use violence on your people, that never ends well.

Music is only a means to an end – it is not the end. The concern is with the condition of man

The stage has been reached where our armed forces should withdraw beyond the borders It’s not the end. It’s the start of a new era.

For peace and brotherhood, I am ready to serve the Turkish state, and I believe that for this end I must remain alive.

I still know the fabric of where I begin and end.

The one-word cinema wasn’t possible for me anymore. I’d hit a wall, a dead end. Therefore I thought I’d turn back.