I never knew teachers are human beings like everybody else-- and better too!

In the time of your life, live—so that in that wondrous time you shall not add to the misery and sorrow of the world, but shall smile to the infinite delight and mystery of it."

Try as much as possible to be wholly alive, with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell and when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.

It is simply in the nature of Armenian to study, to learn, to question, to speculate, to discover, to invent, to revise, to restore, to preserve, to make, and to give.

Be grateful for yourself...be thankful.

In the end, today is forever, yesterday is still today, and tomorrow is already today.

Good people are good because they've come to wisdom through failure.

I do not know what makes a writer, but it probably isn't happiness.

The role of art is to make a world which can be inhabited.

The greatest happiness you can have is knowing that you do not necessarily require happiness.

The writer who is a real writer is a rebel who never stops.

One must count ones riches by the means one has to satisfy his desires.

Though when at home their countenances varied with the seasons, their market faces all the year round were glowing little fires.

Hello, inner child, I'm the inner babysitter!

There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly.

Taking a call girl to an STD fair... there's a joke here.

There is only one way to read, which is to browse in libraries and bookshops, picking up books that attract you, reading only those, dropping them when they bore you, skipping the parts that drag...

Every action and decision we take – or don’t – ripples into the future. For the first time we have the capability, the technology, and the knowledge to direct these ripples.

Honestly, ever since I've been married, the part of a job as an actress where you have to kiss other people, I find totally bizarre.

Existence is of little interest save on days when the dust of realities is mingled with magic sand.

The last few years of my life have been a little like a long ride in a Poop de Ville with the bottom down.