Her two worlds, two lives that she tried so hard to keep separate, were crashing together. And she felt helpless to stop it.

He exuded wisdom-even the wisest...were pale, flickering candles next to the nourishing solar illumination of [his] insights.

I can't go on, I'll go on.

As far as unwed mothers on welfare are concerned, it seems to me that they must be capable of some other form of labor.

I make good money: One speech nets me more than what most people make in six months.

I find OOP technically unsound.

Self-pity is essentially humorless, devoid of that lightness of touch which gives understanding of life.

Pain I keep to myself; my music is for entertainment purposes and I always have that in mind.

Every new thing you make will be (should be) the nicest thing you’ve made so far, because you’re learning and getting better with each and every new project.

We are all God's people. We are prejudiced and we separate into Jews, Mexicans, Italians, but God doesn't see colors.

The Gita is the greatest gospel of spiritual works ever yet given to the race.

I believe in fate, I believe in hard work, and I feel like if I just keep marching, the path will kind of appear before me.