But maybe you carried your demons with you everywhere, the way you carried your shadow.

The rules of Panic are simple. Anyone can enter. But only one person will win.

But all you see is the crap. So you don't have to believe in anything. So you'll have an excuse to fail.

I'm scared all the time, " she whispered. "You'd be an idiot if you weren't, " Anne said. "And you wouldn't be brave either.

I don't know what is in my destiny, but I want to be sitting on top of the highest peak of the sky.

Plus, once he did the requisite double-take and recognized me, he’d probably beat the crap out of any guy who looked at me in all my Snow White meets Frederick’s of Hollywood glory.

Coincidences are like unicorns.you can believe in them all you want, but that doesn't make them real

She thought of how precious it was to be able to know another person over many years. There was incomparable richness in it.

The early gigs were pretty panicky - and great, sweaty fun. We were brand new to most people, and they were willing to take anything brand new, for the first time in years.

One thing I certainly never was made for, and that is to put principles on and off at the dictation of a party, as a lackey changes his livery at his master's command.

The only foreplay I really need is for a guy to kiss my hip bone. The hip is the most erotic and neglected body part. Kiss the hip bone with your lips.

This business of saying the same thing over and over and over again – which to a lot of Washington insiders and pundits is boring – works.

Hello, Edward. I've been waiting for you.

Sir, Respect Your Dinner: idolize it, enjoy it properly. You will be many hours in the week, many weeks in the year, and many years in your life happier if you do.