Powerful people have no regrets.

you can't kill love. you can't even kill it with hate. you can kill in-love, and loving, and even loveliness. you can kill them all, or numb them into dense, leaden regret, but you can't kill love itself. love is the passionate search for a truth other than your own; and once you feel it, honestly and completely, love is forever. every act of love, every moment of the heart reaching out, is a part of the universal good: it's a part of God, or what we call God, and it can never die.

When the wish and the fear are exactly the same, we call the dream a nightmare.

So when will be the time to get on the train? I think.....a little bit almost quite very soon and not long.

The more you try to be like someone else, the more you find yourself standing in the way.

Poverty and pride are devoted blood brothers until one, always and inevitably, kills the other.

But I smiled, and smiling was easy, no matter how strange and disorienting the street seemed to be. I was a fugitive. I was a wanted man, a hunted man, with a price on my head. And I was still one step ahead of them. I was free. Every day, when you're on the run, is the whole of your life. Every free minute is a short story with a happy ending.