I believe we are the only sentient beings in the universe, and I believe that 500 years from now, we will still be the only sentient beings around.

Stay crunchy, even in milk.

I write to give myself strength. I write to be the characters that I am not. I write to explore all the things I'm afraid of.

TV's like whitewater rafting: Without rocks, there wouldn't be rapids, and it wouldn't be as much fun.

I am a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar!

In every generation there is a chosen one. She alone will stand against the vampires the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the slayer.

Remember to always be yourself. Unless you suck.

If I kill you, you'll be awake, you'll be facing me, and you'll be armed.

Don’t just be yourself. Be all of yourselves. Don’t just live. Be that other thing connected to death. Be life. Live all of your life. Understand it, see it, appreciate it. And have fun.

Peace comes from the acceptance of the part of you that can never be at peace.

Angelus: Now that's everything, huh? No weapons... No friends...No hope. Take all that away... and what's left? Buffy: Me.

and beware those whoonly takeinstructions from theirGodfor they havefailed completely to live their ownlives.

A bore is a man who, when you ask him how he is, tells you.

I love to find a great vintage secondhand shop.

I come to spring training and just try to do my job, try to do the best I can. That's all any player can do.

You don't have to be a house to be haunted.

Now and then I'll get a student who asks a question that puts me up against the wall and maybe by the end of the semester I can begin to deal with the question.

Maybe she thought the garbage and rocks in your head were interesting. But finally, garbage is garbage and rocks are rocks.

He asked why and I said, 'Because Gwyneth has a fat suit, my wife has a fat suit - I don't get a fat suit?' He looked at me and said, 'You mean you don't have one on?'

To hope is to feel the presence of the inner sun. The inner sun is; the outer sun becomes.

We have lit upon the gentle, sensitive mind And lost the old nonchalance of the hand; Whether we have chosen chisel, pen or brush, We are but critics, or but half create.