"My father, my father, and can you not hear  The promise the elf-king breathes in my ear?"  "Be calm, stay calm, my child, lie low:  In withered leaves the night-winds blow."

Who's riding so late where winds blow wild  It is the father grasping his child;  He holds the boy embraced in his arm,  He clasps him snugly, he keeps him warm.

"My son, why cover your face in such fear?"  "You see the elf-king, father?  He's near! The king of the elves with crown and train!"  "My son, the mist is on the plain."

'Sweet lad, o come and join me, do!  Such pretty games I will play with you;  On the shore gay flowers their color unfold,  My mother has many garments of gold.'

'Will you, sweet lad, come along with me?  My daughters shall care for you tenderly;  In the night my daughters their revelry keep,  They'll rock you and dance you and sing you to sleep.'

"My father, my father, o can you not trace  The elf-king's daughters in that gloomy place?"  "My son, my son, I see it clear  How grey the ancient willows appear."

'I love you, your comeliness charms me, my boy!  And if you're not willing, my force I'll employ.'  "Now father, now father, he's seizing my arm.  Elf-king has done me a cruel harm."

The father shudders, his ride is wild,  In his arms he's holding the groaning child,  Reaches the court with toil and dread. -  The child he held in his arms was dead.

Your level of belief in yourself will inevitably manifest itself in whatever you do.

Berlin is all about volatility. Its identity is based not on stability but on change.

The Church doesn't censor. It tries to guide its faithful through catechism.

I put a lot of pressure on myself, more than anyone else.

Autism is the fastest growing developmental disability in our nation.

On the other hand, I'm very tolerant as well. I expect that everybody can play what they want. I'm only not tolerant when it comes to myself and what is presented on my album that I have to listen to for the rest of my life.

I chose the Egyptian dream: the dream to make a TV show, and then be called an infidel by the end.

Everything in moderation.

I believe it's important that Hong Kong does not become another Chinese city.

Nice to be here? At my age it's nice to be anywhere.

I grew up pretty much prevented from knowing anything from Communist China except that they were the bad guys that stole our country.

It is not the number of books you read, nor the variety of sermons you hear, nor the amount of religious conversation in which you mix, but it is the frequency and earnestness with which you meditate on these things till the truth in them becomes your own and part of your being, that ensures your growth.

If Northern Ireland had better weather, it would be like New Zealand. It's an immensely beautiful country.

The idea that UN commitments should be followed by action is indeed a radical one, especially for the United States, where wilful neglect of its own commitments is the rule.

A pessimist is a man who thinks everybody is as nasty as himself, and hates them for it.

I have fond memories of my childhood. I spent five wonderful years on a popular TV show, but I didn't have a normal childhood. I was tutored for grades 4-11.

The spirit of rock 'n' roll is alive and well. It kind of just needs to be cultivated a little bit.

I lost some weight, grew my hair and now every woman in America over 40 wants to date me. It's their daughters I want to convince.

Getting the rebound and going, that's probably the most fluid part of my game.

Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than exposure.

I remember when 'Grease' came out, I used to force my mum to try and grease my hair back, and it was never long enough, and literally I'd be screaming at her, 'Do it. Just do it!'.

I kind of feel, in a way, all of us will forever be asking those questions of ourselves: Who am I and how do I fit in in the world and what is all this about? Because those aren't really... there are no answers to those questions, in a sense.

If the truth be told, we are a society that is dripping in racism. This is not in the least surprising. For the best part of two centuries, we British ruled the waves, controlled two-fifths of the planet, and believed it was our responsibility to bring civilisation to those who allegedly lacked it.

At first, my bedroom had flowers and yellow walls and huge furniture in plastic that was orange and green - and furry green bed cover and everything. Then, I think the day I turned 13, I painted the walls black and put Kurt Cobain on the wall and just changed everything into a dark theme.