How could you forget someone you loved even if I did rip his heart to shreds?

People lie. They use you and they lie, all the while feeding you bullshit about being loyal and never leaving you. No one can make that promise, because life is all about seasons, and seasons change.

Human eyes are the sign language of the brain. If you watch them carefully, you can see the truth played out, raw and unguarded.

Life balances itself on a precarious ledge, we can stay safe up high or propel off the edge.

I like pain. I like when it lingers. It reminds a person of what they've lived through.

We are all so broken. Pick up a person, shake them around and you'll hear the rattling of their broken pieces. Pieces our fathers broke, or our mothers, or our friends, strangers, or our loves.

I didn't eat pork either. Except bacon, of course. Everyone eats bacon.

You'll be surprised what someone is able to handle given no other choice.

One is a choice, and one is not.

There is more to loving someone than just making yourself happy. You have to want him to be happier than you are.

You can only give your heart away once, after that, everything else will chase your first love

Integrity must become a personal goal of a growing majority in America if we want to be a major world influence.

An institution rooted in slavery cannot be the voice of our people.

I had to get good grades and do well in school - my mother was an assistant principal and my father was a teacher - and they took this very seriously.

Whether it's eight o'clock in the morning or eight o'clock at night, I always try to greet others before they have a chance to speak to me.

Patriotism is the virtue of the vicious.

Vice came in always at the door of necessity, not at the door of inclination.

I don't like to have too many makeup artists around, so I always like to do my own.

Looking back on those games, I probably hustled out of position as much as I hustled into position since I really never had any real training. I was working on instincts alone.

Trout was petrified there on Forty-second Street. It had given him a life not worth living, but I had also given him an iron will to live. This was a common combination on the planet Earth.

A country needs to be able to feed itself, fuel itself, and fight for itself.