His hands are miracles. I can watch them for hours, transforming wood into something it never dreamed of being.

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.

I will never forget what you did to me. I will never forgive it. I will never stop mourning what you stole from me. But I realize now I can't steal it back and I'm done spending every day trying to.

It doesn't matter if you do everything right, if you dress the right way and act the right way and follow all the rules, because evil will find you anyway. Evil's resourceful that way.

But you can only go so long being angry before you learn to hate.

I didn't belong in this world anymore. It's not that I wanted to be dead, I just felt like I should be.

I think I’ll stay in pieces. I can shift them, rearrange, depending on the day, depending on what I need to be. I can change on a whim and be so many different girls and none of them has to be me.

My jealousy is a living thing. Shifting, changing, growing. Like my rage and my mother's regret.

I'd watch her, amazed at just how much a person could accomplish fueled by tea and regret.

Maybe I don't need to save her forever. Maybe I can just save her right now, in this moment, and if I can do that, maybe it will save me and maybe that can be enough.

Every normal family is one tragedy away from complete implosion.

The liberty of the individual is no gift of civilization. It was greatest before there was any civilization.

It's a harrowing experience to see death approaching in haste towards you, what is hell but confronting your own mortality

But with superior morale, with an unwavering, fanatical spirit, everything is possible!

The real artist has no idea that he is sacrificing himself for art. He does “what he does for one reason and one reason only-he can't help doing it”

The comedy gods are smiling on me tonight.

Pilots are drawn to flying because it's a perfect combination of science, romance and adventure.

Baldness is visually enough of a stigma as it is without a big sweaty bloke on stage pointing it out.

A great large book is a great evil.

The wonderful thing about books is you never run out of them, you can just keep going. So I'm always finding new writers, or old writers that I just happen not to have read.

Looking natural takes so long! If you look at the runways, the look for models is predominantly natural, isn't it?