Beauty that steals the heart is often imperfect, suggests grace and kindness, and inspires tenderness more than it incites lust.

If one's friends do not openly laugh at him, they are not in fact his friends.

She says what holds their marriage together is that she feels too damn sorry for him to ask for a divorce.

I was looking forward to having a halo. It would make such a convenient reading lamp.

I survive by finding the sweet spot between reason and unreason, between the rational and irrational.

Unreason is an essential medicine as long as you do not overdose.

Besides, I can't get to where I want to go by conscious or unconscious suicide. I've got my strange little life to lead. Leading it the best I can - that's how I buy the ticket to where I want to be.

Sometimes it seems that to exit this world, they must go through my heart, leaving me scarred and sore.

This isn't a reasoned response to a configuration of stars, but the heart cannot flourish on logic alone. Unreason is an essential medicine as long as you don't overdose

A broken thing can't fix itself.

Nothing before its time, son. Everything in its own time, to its own schedule.

Your body is temple of the holy spirit.

Totalitarianism is patriotism institutionalized.

In philosophy an individual is becoming himself.

I believe that we start to see our true personalities when we go through the most difficult moments. This is when we get stronger

When the picture was finished, they took me into the sound room and then I screamed more for about five minutes just steady screaming, and then they'd cut that in and add it.

Under the spreading chestnut tree I sold you and you sold me: There lie they, and here lie we Under the spreading chestnut tree.

James Remar is a student of life. I'm expressing myself by acting. I'm learning about myself and making a living.

It's a mystery why certain people find certain things funny.

You know you knit too much when ... You will check out a book from the library just because you heard that one of the characters knits.

O Reader! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought can bring, O gentle Reader! you would find A tale in everything.