I believe in art that conceals art.

About all you can do in life is be who you are. Some people will love you for you. Most will love you for what you can do for them, and some won't like you at all.

The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four Americans is suffering from some form of mental illness. Think of your three best friends. If they're okay, then it's you.

Creativity comes from trust. Trust your instincts. And never hope more than you work.

Normal is the average of deviance.

You sell a screenplay like you sell a car. If someone drives it off a cliff, that's it.

One of the keys to happiness is a bad memory.

Leroy bet me I couldn't find a pot of gold at the end, and I told him that was a stupid bet because the rainbow was enough.

I still miss those I loved who are no longer with me but I find I am grateful for having loved them. The gratitude has finally conquered the loss.

While the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm That the play is the tragedy, "Man", And its hero the Conqueror Worm.

When I got [my] library card, that was when my life began.

I'm the warlock who's here to cure you. Didn't they tell you I was coming?"

You cannot measure love by a scale of degrees.

All the greatest achievements of mind have been beyond the power of unaided individuals.

Magic is a performance, and a performance should have an honesty, a relevance and a resonance if it is to be offered to spectators without insulting them.

Things always seem fairer when we look back at them, and it is out of that inaccessible tower of the past that Longing leans and beckons.

Today, Jesus stands ready to hear your cry and to answer prayer for you. He is interested in every detail of your life. He knows you better than you know yourself.

He was like a shooting star you tried to catch with your hands. She would only get burned.

I think being able to identify with young people and...their capacity to change the world and shake things up. I think that's the greatest strength.

The arts are the hospitals for our souls.

But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.