How in the world was I alone? Because I wanted to be. That's all I can say. It's all that makes sense to me.

The main thing I wanted to say, and thankfully it’s what most people say they get out of the book, is simply an acknowledgement that we do affect each other in ways we can’t predict.

No one knows for certain how much impact they have on the lives of other people. Oftentimes, we have no clue. Yet we push it just the same.

You can hear rumors. But you can't know them.

You can't stop the future You can't rewind the past The only way to learn the secret ...is to press play.

I've always loved brainstorming with other writers, and I consider having my work critiqued a part of that brainstorming.

And at some point, the struggle becomes too much-too tiring-and you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy... or whatever... to happen.

You can't go back to how things were. How you thought they were. All you really have is...now.

Everything...affects everything

After all, how often do we get a second chance?

In the end....everything matters.

Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn't.

Only in more production and in new production can the American standard of living be increased and the economy be sound.

My safe, safe psychosis is broken. It was hard. It was made of stone. It covered my face like a mask. But it has cracked.

You could be writing the book that changes your life.

My mom has a very subtle way of encouraging.

Peace is important for Israel.

A self-help book can't really address a problem unless it's individualized. It's not going to talk about a globalized problem.

You are not a passive observer in the cosmos. The entire universe is expressing itself through you at this very moment.

I want to play a Disney villainess so badly.

I'm not heart-broken if I don't have a hit. But I guess a hit would help. It makes the money go up a bit.