Dance, like laughter, needs no translation.

Some albums cannot be just listened to—they possess you.

The beauty of finding oneself in the gutter is the unadulterated view of the stars!

We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.

Passions bubble over because that is what passion is designed to do.

Love is not always loud. Sometimes it’s just staying until the music fades.

Mornings are not for answers, but for contemplation and observation.

To be fully seen by someone, and be loved anyhow—this is the miracle of humanity.

There is a stillness before the day begins—and in it, we almost remember who we really are.

Sometimes we return to the dream, not because it’s true, but because it’s the only thing that ever made us feel real.