I mean it wasn't that they sat around thinking oh gosh I needed more choices in my grocery stores the way I had come to think about it as an American growing up.

When we speak of choice, what we mean is the ability to exercise control over ourselves and our environment. In order to choose, we must first perceive that control is possible.

We have the ability to create choice by altering our interpretations of the world.

In order to 'hold fast' to something, one must allow oneself to be held to something. That commitment may be one of the hardest things to practice in a world of so much choice.

Choice is the only tool we have that enables us to go from who we are today to who we want to be tomorrow.

Balancing hopes, desires and an appreciating of the possibilities with a clear-eyed assessment of the limitations: that is the art of choosing.

The key to getting the most from choice is to be choosy about choosing.

The typical American reports making about 70 [choices] in a typical day.

I pick what are my priorities and I limit those priorities to less than five in my life and really in those particular areas put in the energy to try to make good choices.

Choosing is a creative process, one through which we construct our environment, our lives, ourselves.

The expansion of choice has become an explosion of choice.

The whole world had changed. Only the fairy tales remained the same.

I think my work comes out of both an intense desire for connection and what it means to feel isolated. There's always going to be a kind of tidal movement back and forth between the two.

The biggest problem we have as human beings is that we confuse our beliefs with reality.

My mom is many times responsible for getting us all together, but we trade off at each other's houses. My brother and I are actors and are traveling a lot of our job.

Music does more than soothe the soul, it brings balance to the mind, body, and spirit.

If I have sometimes seemed to make fun of Woman, I assure you it has only been for the purpose of egging her on.

In the midst of darkness, light persists.

In a sea of stories, find the right one to tell, and the right way to tell it.

I nodded. "Yup. What I did was tantamount to treason in their eyes." "I don't know what 'tantamount' means, but it sounds pretty serious.

Just remember, Someone is on your side (our side) Someone else is not While we're seeing our side Maybe we forgot: they are not alone. No one is alone.