There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

When you hold somebody, you gotta hold them like it's the last minute of your life.

I have feelings too. I am still human. All I want is to be loved, for myself and for my talent.

Suddenly, quietly, you realize that - from this moment forth - you will no longer walk through this life alone. Like a new sun this awareness arises within you, freeing you from fear, opening your life. It is the beginning of love, and the end of all that came before.

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. It's all in how you carry it.

If you cry when you're in love, it sure ain't no disgrace.