I just hope I remember to tell my kids that they are as happy as I look in my old photographs. And I hope that they believe me.

There's nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons.

We accept the love we think we deserve.

please believe that things are good with me, and even when they're not, they will be soon enough. And i will always believe the same about you.

So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.

I just want you to know that you’re very special… and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has.

I would die for you. But I won't live for you.

If you care about somebody, you should want them to be happy. Even if you wind up being left out.

What about when someone doesn't need a shoulder? What if they need the arms?

I just need to know that someone out there listens and understands and doesn't try to sleep with someone even if they could have. I need to know these people exist.

It’s strange how things can change back as suddenly as they changed originally. When one thing happens and suddenly, things are back to normal.

The applause of a single human being is of great consequence.

The wonderful workings of the world: wonderful, wonderful: I'm surprised half the time

People are like vines ... We are born and we grow. Like vines, people also need a tree to cling to, to give them support.

Honor has to say "please" and "thank you." Manners are really important.

We just have to go out there and play and take one game at a time. We have to know everybody will play the best game they can.

Everyone thinks, "Oh, it'd be easy to just go scout a game." It's not. Because you end up watching the game and not actually focusing [on scouting].

Oh, my passion! That is what finally carried me through. Let passion burn all the way, heating up every layer of the psyche.

But here let me say one thing: From the moment I entered the insane ward on the Island, I made no attempt to keep up the assumed role of insanity.

I went out to Charing Cross to see Major General Harrison hanged, drawn, and quartered; which was done there, he looking as cheerful as any man could in that condition.

A portrait, to be a work of art, neither must nor may resemble the sitter... one must paint its atmosphere.