I want to do things for people they will never forget. Maybe that’s the best thing I can do in life.

Should you ever feel too lonely...listen for the roar of the sea- for in it are all those who've been and all those who are to come.

When somebody leaves this plane—or, if you like, goes into another room—those left behind sometimes try and stop loving—but this is a mistake, because even if you have loved only once in your life, you’re ruined.

Where are people going? I wonder what they hope will happen and what they are afraid of? For me it's the same thing and has to do with being loved.

For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.

You can't put a price on the rituals of love, because you never know what will happen next. I suppose fear is part of the excitement and we can't have one without the other.

Actually, years mean nothing. It's what's inside them.