I hate jealousy. At least it's its own punishment; it makes me feel like hell.

You were the best thing in my life … I did love you. I do. As much as I’ve ever loved anyone, as much as I can. It feels like a lot – it takes up my whole heart.

Topics... are what people talk about when they don't know each other well. Topics... are what men talk about.

Misery alternates with euphoria.

I often think my life would be a lot easier if I were a mute.

I love the slow, warming sensation of my body going numb when I drink.

Little things. The thought of losing them makes them unbearably dear ... I only think of the sweetness. Simple things. The quarter moon, the taste of an orange. The smell of the pages of a new book.

All my life I've wanted to tell people I love them. Fear usually held me back, that they wouldn't care, or they wouldn't hear, or they would take too much from me once they knew.

There is no shame in failing

A story is just a convoluted lie...with some hidden truths.

Love is not blind.Love sees everything and says yes to it all.

We don't get to choose who we fall in love with. If we did, the world would have fewer single mothers.

We stay in U2's hotel. They bought a hotel, The Clarence, a nice place and it's in an area where everything's happening, so many fantastic restaurants and bars and the people are so friendly.

I do find that the mainstream media oftentimes is what I would consider off base or has a bias.

You know, face painting in non-Western cultures is a sign of collectivism, is a sign of one representing the community, it's not unique at all.

Well, for someone who looks like me you wonder where Alfred Hitchcock is.

We are not abandoning our convictions, our philosophy or traditions, nor do we urge anyone to abandon theirs.

Life piles up so fast that I have no time to write out the equally fast rising mound of reflections.