Without hope or agenda – Just because it’s Christmas – And at Christmas you tell the truth – To me, you are perfect – And my wasted heart will love you.
I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let… let’s evolve, let the chips fall where they may.
You’re not perfect, sport. And let me save you the suspense. This girl you’ve met, she isn’t perfect either. But the question is whether or not you’re perfect for each other.[to Will]
Perfection is not just about control. It’s also about letting go. Surprise yourself so you can surprise the audience. Transcendence! Very few have it in them.
You didn’t wanna make things perfect. You just hated things the way they are.[to The High Evolutionary]