A demon obsessed with being human is a demon no longer

When did you get so clever?""When I realized I wasn't as clever as I thought.

There's a difference between living and just surviving. Do something you love, and find someone to love who loves that you love what you do.It is really that simple.And that hard.

Regrets, Blacksmith, make poor currency. You can't but back with them what you most desire.

No matter how hard Evil tries, it can never quite match up to the power of Good, because Evil is ultimately self-destructive. Evil may set out to corrupt others, but in the process corrupts itself.

Evil, unlike good, is constantly at war with those most like itself, and ambition is its spur.

After all this time, he had hope, and then hope was gone, and he hates himself for giving in to hope. He, who exists only to kill the hopes of others, could not destroy the hope within himself.

Wickedness never rests easily so, in a way, one might almost feel pity for the wicked, for they are destined to live their lives in fear, in a prison of the heart.

We must have taken a wrong turn turning somewhere.""Where, Purgatory?" said Dozy. "We're in Hell.

Once you've fixed the small things that consume your emotional and mental energy, you may be surprised to find you suddenly have time for the things you enjoy

People are stunned to hear that one company has data files on 185 million Americans.

I love disco and we sample it a lot for Duck Sauce. For me, that sound is kind of a new manifestation.

Many women I know think the ideal of happiness is to be in love with a great man, or to be the wife of a great public success; to share his triumph! They forget you share the man as well!

Character roles definitely age better than your ingenues. You don't get to keep doing that.

If I find here and Now unacceptable, I have three choices: 1-Totally accept it. 2- Change it. 3-Remove myself from the situation. That is taking responsibility for my life.

Probably, on some subconscious level, I was motivated by not wanting to spoon-feed any similar flavors.

good call. A second drag and your next stop's the wastepaper basket - and not to toss your kleenex, true.

When I was a little kid I thought I would grow up to be black and sing jazz in nightclubs.

I'm tired, but proud.