I had to decide what I was going to do, and what I was going to be.I was standing there, waiting for someone to do something, till I realised the person I was waiting for was myself.

Not a beauty queen. Not one of those. You know the ones. She was real.

It is early, early morning. It's that time when it's still dark but you know the day is coming. Blue is bleeding through black. Stars are dying.

My own eyes try to sleep, but they don't. They stay wide awake as time snarls forward and silence drops down, like measured thought.

Because you don't learn anything unless you can find the patience to read. TV takes that away from you. It robs you from your mind.

The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hand to touch. Vaguely, I can see you face looking down into me, as I look back. Do you see my eyes?

A couple of them were school beauty-queen pretty while a few were that more real-looking type. A realer kind of pretty.

All four of us were young and undaunted and our smiles were so strong that it made me smile even then on the couch, with a kind of loss.

... tried praying for him ...but I couldn't. I just couldn't. Don't ask me why. I hoped that he was okay, but I couldn't summon the strength to pray for it.

The city was dark except for the building lights that seemed to appear like sores - like bandaids had been ripped off to expose the city's skin.

I wanted nothing for free.Nothing came for free at our place anyway.

The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places.

Freedom of expression is a very essential condition for me to make any art. Also, it is an essential value for my life. I have to protect this right and also to fight for the possibility.

Progress is a continuing effort to make the things we eat, drink, and wear as good as they used to be.

Evil is something you recognize immediately you see it: it works through charm

Illusions are art, for the feeling person, and it is by art that we live, if we do.

How life can change if you're lucky enough to be around for it.

We can accomplish more together than we can alone.

Hatred is nearly always honest--rarely, if ever, assumed. So much cannot be said for love.

I try not to focus on fame; I don't even really know what it means exactly because it's so fleeting.

Materialism is the recognition of "objects in themselves", or outside the mind; ideas and sensations are copies of images of those objects.