I glanced at my mate- the male who had always presented me with a choice not as a gift, but as my own gods-given right.

You could do anything, if only you dared. And deep down, you know it, too. That’s what scares you most.

Libraries were full of ideas-perhaps the most dangerous and powerful of all weapons.

We all bear scars,... Mine just happen to be more visible than most.

We each survive in our own way.

I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world.

No. I can survive well enough on my own— if given the proper reading material.

You could be great. You could rattle the stars. You could do anything if only you dared.

I worry because I care. Gods help me, I know I shouldn't, but I do. So I will always tell you to be careful, because I will always care what happens.

Sometimes, the wicked will tell us things just to confuse us–to haunt our thoughts long after we've faced them.

Some things you hear with your ears. Others, you hear with your heart.

I wrote a novel because I had a yen to do it. I believe this is sufficient reason to set out to tell a story.

We first become aware of freedom or its opposite in our intercourse with others, not in the intercourse with ourselves.

Delay of pain: that was the meaning of life, wasn’t it?“I’ve made some bad decisions, ” Caine said, not really meaning to say it out loud.

They will open up to what I would call corporate broadcastings where the non-commercial material will have air time. There's no possibility of that here right now, none.

It isn't necessary to seek out adventure. Opening to what is around you will produce the most extraordinary experiences.

I know what love is: Tracy and Hepburn, Bogart and Bacall, Romeo and Juliet, Jackie and John and Marilyn.

I heard Bob Weinstein actually likened actors to baseball players. You work for a while then all of a sudden you go through a dry spell.

A lot of people see a Nissan ad and they see a finished product in a record store or on iTunes and that's the face of the band.

Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?