Rationally I have no hope, irrationally I believe in miracles.

My family could only afford to get me the box of eight Crayola crayons, but I craved the one with all 24 colours. I wanted magenta and turquoise and silver and gold.

I don't understand why Europeans and South Americans can take more sophistication. Why is it that Americans need to hear their happiness major and their tragedy minor, and as jazzy as they can handle is a seventh chord? Are they not experiencing complex emotions?

If you see yourself as a kingly type, then you need your serfs and your army and so on around you.

Happiness is the best facelift.

Van Gogh was impulsive.

We are stardust, we are golden and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.