Life's no piece of cake, mind you, but the recipe's my own to fool with.

But if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn’t it?

The thing I’m most afraid of is me. Of not knowing what I’m going to do. Of not knowing what I’m doing right now

When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

Find me now. Before someone else does.

I don't know -- maybe the world has two different kinds of people, and for one kind the world is this completely logical, rice pudding place, and for the other it's all hit-or-miss macaroni gratin.

No matter how long you stand there examining yourself naked before a mirror, you'll never see reflected what's inside.