Greetings, I am pleased to see that we are different. May we together become greater than the sum of both of us.

That is the exploration that awaits you! Not mapping stars and studying nebula, but charting the unknown possibilities of existence.

My dream concept is that I have a camera and I am trying to photograph what is essentially invisible. And every once in a while I get a glimpse of her and I grab that picture.

You proceed from a false assumption: I have no ego to bruise.

The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.

A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved, except in memory.

Without followers, evil cannot spread.

Because I have known despair, I value hope. Because I have tasted frustration, I value fulfillment. Because I have been lonely, I value love.

A stallion must first be broken before it can reach its potential.

Those who cannot hear an angry shout may strain to hear a whisper.

Whatever we are we belong together. Wherever we are, we will find each other. Whoever we are we are forever one.

Your purpose is to remember your purpose

See life for what it is - a blessing to be lived - rather than what is so often reduced to

She did not care what a ludicrous picture she might be painting, a fat happy old lady in her night gown, swinging on a small little swing in the dead of the night.

Now that I'm a mom, I'm way more laid back. If you come into my house, don't look for a coaster. Forget it. There is not a piece of furniture in my house now that is too precious.

Any product of the mind is a reaction of the past, a synthesis of what is old.

It seems inevitable that the magic of the written word will fade.

Life's there to make the most of, and that's what I do.

You can't put someone else in charge of your morals. Ethics is a personal discipline.

I get offered to do stuff where the money's nice but it's not something I want to do - I get offered a lot of commercials too.

I should allow only my heart to have imagination; and for the rest rely on memory, that long drawn sunset of one's personal truth.