I think pants have unique qualities, especially in a woman’s life. Whatever bodily insecurities we have, we seem to take out on our pants.

I love that blurry place where life’s transitions are made without you even knowing it.

You couldn't erase the past. You couldn't even change it. But sometimes life offered you the opportunity to put it right.

When you feel someone else's pain and joy as powerfully as if it were your own, then you know you really loved them.

When your about to criticize someone walk a mile in thier shoes, that way when you criticize them you're a mile away from them and you have their shoes

When she is happy, she can't stop talking, when she is sad she doesn't say a word.

Maybe the truth is, there's a little bit of loser in all of us. Being happy isn't having everything in your life be perfect. Maybe it's about stringing together all the little things.

Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not.

Your problem isn't the problem, it's your attitude about the problem.

Love is like war; easy to begin, hard to end.

The problem is not the problem. The problem is your attitude about the problem. Got that? -Coach Brevin

The best way to love someone is to let them reveal their inner beauty that will enlighten your soul and the heart of the universe.

I was not so insane as to attempt to bend events to conform to my policies. On the contrary, I bent my policies to accord with the unforeseen shape of the events.

One is always considered mad when one perfects something that others cannot grasp.

I have had a dream indicating rather clearly that I am on the way to being hetero, though I don't accept it with much enthusiasm either awake or in the dreams.

A poet can survive everything but a misprint.

I don't see the point of pretending we're clones.

You are a king by your own fireside, as much as any monarch in his throne.

You have to pay attention to the work on the page and make it as good as possible because it could be your last.

How can we resent the life we've created for ourselves? Who's to blame, who's to credit, but us? Who can change it, any time we wish, but us?

the compulsion to work long years in pursuit of some inner vision must be fueled by stubborn fires.