Charitably... I think... sometimes, perhaps, one must change or die. And, in the end, there were, perhaps, limits to how much he could let himself change.

That which is dreamed can never be lost, can never be undreamed.

Nobody died. how can you kill an idea? How can you kill the personification of an action?""Then what died? who are you mourning?""A point of view.

The bonds of family bind us up, support us, help us. And they are also a bond from which it is difficult, perhaps impossible to extricate oneself.

Omnia Mutantur, Nihil Interit. 'Everything changes, but nothing is truly lost.

But we do not need to recount every sermon and eulogy. After all, you were there.

That's all you need? Easy. I love you.Okay? Want it louder?I love you. Spell it out schould I l-o-v-e y-o-u. Want it backwards You love I.

We are all artists painting our desires on the canvas of life and time.

When alternative music - which is supposed to be the standard-bearer of where white rock is headed - becomes either too cute or too manufactured, that's just really not good.

Delayed answers to prayer are not only trials of faith; they also give us opportunities to honor God through our steadfast confidence in Him, even when facing the apparent denial of our request.

He was gone, and she was broken hearted, that was all that mattered.

Most actors are starving. Most of us are walking around with a flashlight and tweezers looking for evidence. When you have someone that actually writes an acting role, it's rare.

I wear a pedometer, aiming for five miles a day - don't be too impressed; that includes walking around my house and food shopping.

Let us sculpt in hopeless silence all our dreams of speaking.

I think that I was lucky to have that period of time [ like coming to New York] because everything was so exciting and new.

Leave a mark they can't erase, neither space nor time.