I think it's hard for you to fall in love because you like control, and you can't control what another person does or feels, so you keep all your cards.

I was just a flat line until he came along. And maybe now I'm hurting. But isn't that what love is supposed to do? Make you feel, make you brave, make you look at yourself more carefully?

Overbearing mothers usually give way to one of two things in their children: rebellion or passivity. In your case, the latter.

Humans seek connection above all else, and we are willing to destroy things to attain it.

You shouldn't have to convince anyone to choose you. There is no real choice in love.

That's the most pathetic part of being a human, the emotions you don't ask for or want, they just rush you anyway.

We think we can control our lives, but our lives control us. And everything that touches our lives controls us. People have less power than they think they do. It's just the reactions we control.

We are at that age that balances between independence and conferring with your friends about every miniscule decision you make. I've never liked that part of adolescence.

Don't make someone burn, and then try to douse the flames with the things you should have done. Those regrets are gasoline not water.

It occurred to me that the voracious ambition of humans is never sated by dreams coming true, because the is always the thought that everything might be done better and again

My favorite genre is definitely romantic comedy. I love 'When Harry Met Sally.'

It was always disappointing to see that what I could really master in terms of form boiled down to so little.

In my case Pilgrim's Progress consisted in my having to climb down a thousand ladders until I could reach out my hand to the little clod of earth that I am.

The possibilities of percussion sounds, I believe, have never been fully realized

You have to learn how to do each book. It's a different world, a different show.

I try to stay away from forced intimacy.

Responsibility means to perform our service properly,with proper attitude, behavior and words.

If my parents had made love a tenth of a second earlier or later, I wouldn't exist. What an enormous miracle, just being given life.

To be the first to enter the cosmos, to engage, single-handed, in an unprecedented duel with nature-could one dream of anything more?