As the 'Batman' TV series was returning to ABC for its second season in 1967, the TV bosses decided to take Catwoman into another direction... lucky for me.

It’s all about falling in love with yourself and sharing that love with someone who appreciates you, rather than looking for love to compensate for a self love deficit.

The price we pay for being ourselves is worth it.

I've never felt that fear is my enemy. Fear is my friend. It offers me a chance to stay alert, keep growing, continue creating something new. If you don't take that sort of risk, you learn nothing.

A man has always wanted to lay me down but he never wanted to pick me up.

I have used all the manure that has been thrown on me as fertilizer to make me stronger.

I fall in love with myself, and I want someone to share it with me. And I want someone to share me, with me.

I am learning all the time. The tombstone will be my diploma.

My recipe for life is not being afraid of myself, afraid of what I think or of my opinions.

My house was bugged. They couldn't find any information on me being a subversive because I happen to love America; I just don't like some of the things the government is doing.

Don't depend on other people to be responsible for you. Don't make yourself stressed out over nonsensical things like material things.

Among the Kimbrii the greatest shame a person can bring to himself or his clan is to start a war, but the second greatest is to submit to tyranny or injustice without a fight.

Art--music, painting, sculpture, dance, drama--opens doors to our soul, exposing our lives to whom or what we allow to enter.

I know who I want to be with, and it isn't her.- Ryan

You cannot climb the ladder of success dressed in the costume of failure.

Why not do as much as you can, and learn as much as you can about each process?

Negro banks, as a rule, have failed because the people, taught that their own pioneers in business cannot function in this sphere, withdrew their deposits.

The Plutocracy's insatiable hunger for pixelated information is enough to put a bulimic Pac-Man to shame

I am fascinated by air. If you remove the air from the sky, all the birds would fall to the ground. And all the planes, too.

The foundations which we would dig about and find are within us, like the kingdom of heaven, rather than without.

If I ventured in the slipstream between the viaducts of your dreams, where immobile steel rims crack and the ditch in the back roads stop. Could you find me?