I knew it, I just knew it! The person who had the job of writing my life's dialogue used to work on a very low budget soap opera.

I never wear flats. My shoes are so high that sometimes when I step out of them, people look around in confusion and ask, "Where'd she go?" and I have to say, "I'm down here.

I've always been melancholic. At a party, everyone would be looking at the glittering chandeliers and I'd be looking at the waitress's cracked shoes.

I like hoodies. They just make me feel safe.

You will go on and meet someone else and I'll just be a chapter in your tale, but for me, you were, you are and you always will be, the whole story.

Failed relationships can be described as so much wasted make-up.

What doesn't kill us makes us funnier.

Relationship gurus always said that an attraction based on friendship and mutual respect was far more likely to stay the course - and the bastards were right.

I went grey at 12, my eyesight went at 17. I've been a crock from very early on.

I know of people who don't believe it, but depression is an illness, but unlike, say, a broken leg, you don't know when it'll get better.

My truth is that what doesn't kill you makes you weaker rather than stronger, although it makes you wiser.

At some point you have to stop crossing oceans for those who wouldn't jump puddles for you.

You can't take the sky from me.

Night was come, and her planets were risen: a safe, still night: too serene for the companionship of fear.

Ann Winder-Boyle's small-scale encaustic pictures always reward a second look - they have an intriguing edge of darkness about them.

The Presidency is not a bed of roses.

When you know where somebody is, you know the most important thing about them.

It's like there's some unwritten rule that if you're mates, you can say what you want to each other, and you don't really get that annoyed about it.

The beginning of a project or anything is what makes me feel vulnerable. How to take that first step. And the ending of anything. How to release what you know and leap into the unknown.

If you replace the word God in the Bible with the word Truth, it reads exactly right.

Nemo tam divos habuit faventes, Crastinum ut possit sibi polliceri. Nobody has ever found the gods so much his friends that he can promise himself another day.