I think one of the things that is easy to have happened in a superhero story is that the female character, whether she be a heroine or not, can often be the wart on the man.

I have two roommates, so it's a challenge to keep the house the way I like.

If Americans could choose, would they choose to work on the infrastructure for cancer-causing oil power or would they choose to work on the infrastructure for health-reviving wind power?

It's not your circumstances that make or break your day. It's your attitude!

I just like short hair on women; I think its cool.

I'm very picky when it comes to men. I come across a man who I'm really attracted to about once every five years.

I'm surrounded by people who care about me and love me. I have a great job. I have wonderful roommates who take care of me. I have a family who adores me.

Acting is something I appreciate, and I think it's been an amazing experience. But I'm not passionate about acting the way you probably should be to call yourself an actor.

There is a little bit of evil in all of us, and it's very easy to draw that out.

I cried myself to sleep wishing I was ugly because men leered and disrespected me.

I'm a very stubborn woman and I'm from a very stubborn family of headstrong women. I have sisters, so the women rule the coop in my house.

For Arthur, words gathered in waterfall thoughts that spilled off the page into the pools of imaginaton collecting in his head.

Great talents are the most lovely and often the most dangerous fruits on the tree of humanity. They hang upon the most slender twigs that are easily snapped off.

True art is characterized by an irresistible urge in the creative artist.

Space and time are figments of you're imagination, unless the guy you're flying next to won't shut up.

I have made my limitations tools of learning and true joy.

Urban design as a discipline barely exists in most American and Canadian cities. In Singapore, there are innovative transportation strategies at work.

I never indulge in rhyme or stanza Unless I'm in bed with the influenza.

Your life, your soul, your world. They cannot kill it. Look at me, I’ve died but I opened my eyes again.

Sound judgment is the ground of writing well.