I love scary movies. I like blood and gore, and I love Halloween movies.

Every day is a new day, and you'll never be able to find happiness if you don't move on.

God put us here, on this carnival ride. We close our eyes never knowing where it'll take us next.

The more boys I meet the more I love my dog.

I'm grateful for every scar, some pages turned, some bridges burned, but there were lessons learned

When you figure out love is all that matters after all, it sure makes everything else seem so small.

While we're young and beautiful, living free and easy. Here without a worry, dancing in our bare feet because when the summer's done we might not be so young and beautiful.

My cell phone is my best friend. It's my lifeline to the outside world.

It's sad, but sometimes moving on with the rest of your life, starts with goodbye.

It's nice to know you have support. Last night I got a marriage proposal. I just laughed.

Successful people have a social responsibility to make the world a better place and not just take from it.

In the case of good books the point is not to see how many of them you can get through but rather how many can get through to you.

The process of maturing is an art to be learned an effort to be sustained. By the age of fifty you have made yourself what you are and if it is good it is better than your youth.

We have not passed that subtle line between childhood and adulthood until... we have stopped saying "It got lost " and say "I lost it."

It's nice, being brought up with no money at all. It's just not how I measure success, so that makes it a bunch easier.

Sometimes you say to yourself: the fire in me is going out. But you were not the one who lit that fire. Your faith does not create God, and your doubts cannot banish Him to nothingness.

What drives passion for getting the gospel to all people is not guilt, it's glory.

As we passed on, it seemed those scenes of visionary enchantment would never have an end.

I love all the Hollywood women. I saw all the films when I was a teenager. Jack Smith's "Flaming Creatures".

Life's missed opportunities, at the end, may seem more poignant to us than those we embraced — because in our imagination they have a perfection that reality can never rival.

His scorn of the great is repeated too often to be real; no man thinks much of that which he despises.