I used to believe in a "Ms. Right", but now i know there is like 4 million "Ms. Rights" and it is just a matter of which one you meet first.

In high school, my prom date fooled around with another guy - on prom night!

I really lived life to its fullest and that got me in trouble from time to time.

There's nothing better than a world where everybody's just trying to make each other laugh.

A lot of people think that addiction is a choice. A lot of people think it's a matter of will. That has not been my experience. I don't find it to have anything to do with strength.

'Friends' was a magical thing, and no one's going to ever have anything like that again.

I became a big Kings fan, and then later on my hometown of Ottawa got a team, so then I was very, very torn. I just love both of those teams very much.

If there's a silence in a room I'll try to fill it as soon as humanly possible.

When I was younger, I used humour as a tool to avoid getting too serious with people - if there was deep emotional stuff going on, then I would crack a joke to defuse the situation.

I loved playing Chandler. I grew up playing that part.

Nine times out of 10, women don't want to fix a problem, they just want to be understood. I'll never get that.

And after a while...I mean, how do you choose? Who gets to live? Part of life is that...well, some people have to die. My powers aren't a prescription you can get filled as needed.

The passionate heart touches the sky. The meditative mind enters it.

Becoming more socially aware involves greater understanding of the dynamics of social interactions to assure you achieve harmonious outcomes.

Man is in reality a spiritual being and only when he lives in the spirit is he truly happy.

Stories are the untested, uninvestigated theories that tell us what all these things mean. We don’t even realize that they’re just theories.

When I paint a person, his enemies always find the portrait a good likeness.

I think a lot of the time having someone who you, not base yourself on, but can see yourself being after a few years, you can get quite blinded by that, in the same way love can be.

In sinning, each man sins against all, and each man is at least partly guilt for another's sin. There is no isolated sin.

Love will not serve those who do not live for her, and in her, and to whom she is not the breath of life.

Life was a freight train barreling toward just one stop, our loved ones streaking past our windows in blurs of color and light. There was no holding on to any of it, and no slowing it down.