I'm not a cruel man. I mean, technically I'm not a man at all.

I wished for impossible things. It was never going to have been a fairy tale for us. There are no fairy tales about two princesses.

You made tools of us. Have you never considered: the thing of a tool is that anyone may use it.

Society, you're a crazy breed.

Consider any individual at any period of his life, and you will always find him preoccupied with fresh plans to increase his comfort.

Idleness and pride tax with a heavier hand than kings and parliaments. If we can get rid of the former, we may easily bear the latter.

The Suicide, as she is falling, Illuminated by the moon, Regrets her act, and finds appalling The thought she will be dead so soon.

Ive worked with some of the most inspiring and genuinely nice people.

Needle and thread flesh and bone Spit and sinew, heartbreak is home. Your suture lines, they sparkle like diamonds Bright stars to light my confinement "Stitch.

They say I'm a one-horse trainer but didn't I make a good job of it?

Culture arises and unfolds in and as play... culture itself bears the character of play.

Setbacks motivate me.

I learned early in life that laughter is a great way to diffuse and uncomfortable situation, so I began to use that as a tool, throughout my life.