“Something in your voice tells me we approach the question of remuneration.”

“I knew you wanted to tell me;
In your voice there was something wrong.
But if you would turn your face away from me,
You cannot tell me you're so strong.
Just let me ask of you one small thing.
As we have shared so many tears,
With fervor our dreams we planned a whole life long
Now are scattered on the wind…”

“My voice tells me: “That’s how it all is.” And the echo of my voice tells me: “That’s how you are.””

“The question is whether you'll tell your children that this decade was the beginning of a new dark age, or whether it was the time of something new and wonderful.”

“Fragments of hope
keeping me up at night,
hunger to hear your voice
tell me I was right,
I'd give everything away
for another try.”

“I don't really know why I care so much. I just have something inside me that tells me that there is a problem, and I have got to do something about it. I think that is what I would call the God in me.
All of us have a God in us, and that God is the spirit that unites all life, everything that is on this planet. It must be this voice that is telling me to do something, and I am sure it's the same voice that is speaking to everybody on this planet — at least everybody who seems to be concerned about the fate of the world, the fate of this planet.”

“Don't leave yet," he said, his voice hoarse. "Let me do something. Let me feed you. Hold you. Rub your shoulders. Change your oil. Anything, please.”

“You want the short version. Okay, then: shit happens. Does that answer all your question? Thought not. Now, if you shut your face and let me tell this my way, we might actually get somewhere. Thank you.”

“Let me tell something, seeing your name and psychiatric ward on the same piece of paper isn't the best way to start your day.”

“i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses”