Being the survivor stinks.

When two people are meant to be together, they will be together. It's fate.

Keeping up the appearance of having all your marbles is hard work, but important.

I stare at her for a long moment. I want to kiss her. I want to kiss her more than I've ever wanted anything in my life.

I look after those who look after me." He smacks his lips, stares at me, and adds, "I also look after those who don't." - Sara Gruen (Water for Elephants)

Life is the most spectacular show on earth.

The only thing that makes me crazier than writing is not writing.

When will people learn that just because you can make something doesn’t mean you should?

When I first submerged my feet into frigid water, they hurt so badly I yanked them out again. I persisted, dunking them for longer and longer periods, until the cold finally blistered.

I don't like outlining, because books are organic things. Sometimes a book doesn't want to be written in a certain way.

Don't want to get tipsy and break a hip.

Be a gift, a light, a blessing as far as the eye can see to answer a call as well as a genuine, compassionate heart can reach.

terrorism n.Violence for political purposes or the politically motivated threat of violence which, either intentionally or unintentionally, challenges the state's monopoly on political violence.

Increasingly, management’s role is not to organize work, but to direct passion and purpose.

At the age of 15 I began my singing lessons, and once I became a professional performer, I dove into acting.

Let's start at 35 because I don't know where it is.

Go to sleep now and rest. Our job is done. You kept your promise, and I kept mine.

he wouldn't mention, now or then, the illegal nine-millimeter automatic he had in his pocket. Why distress the woman you loved with minor details?

If certain Critics were as clearsighted as they are malignant, how great would be the benefit to be derived from their writings!

Young and old will sit and judge unfeeling, while the empty churches' bells are pealing. And the green hills lay ignored, untended, lonely watchers remain unbefriended.

Dying is one of those things that can’t be fixed. Not by talking about it, not with all the brain surge in the world.