I wished I could share my own optimism.

I have a very varied taste in music. Everything from rap to classical to Latino to Rat Pack to jazz.

Two minds with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one.

Defiance through compliance.

Love is a wonderful thing, my dear, but it leaves you wide open for blackmail.

The cucumber and the tomato are both fruit; the avocado is a nut. To assist with the dietary requirements of vegetarians, on the first Tuesday of the month a chicken is officially a vegetable.

Books may look like nothing more than words on a page, but they are actually an infinitely complex imaginotransference technology that translates odd, inky squiggles into pictures inside your head.

If the real world were a book, it would never find a publisher. Overlong, detailed to the point of distraction-and ultimately, without a major resolution.

I collect ex-boyfriends -- and more than five, at last count.

If the real world were a book, it would never find a publisher.

Have you ever wondered how nostalgia isn"t what it used to be?

I can weave words together and create magic, it's like knitting and crocheting words with pen and paper, some call it Poetry.

The truth and the facts aren't necessarily the same thing. Telling the truth is the object of all art; facts are what the unimaginative have instead of ideas.

Well, I am not 100 percent sure of the definition of polemic, but it wasn't meant to convince anybody of anything.

I really like narrative songs, but I wonder if that's a thing for some people. Once they've heard the story, do they really need to hear the story again?

Ireland was a place for the renewal of hope and I still see it like that.

Through the many struggles in my life, my faith is sometimes the only thing I have to hold onto. God was my only friend.

To learn a vocation, you also have to learn the frauds it practices and the promises it breaks.

Being actors we are dealing with the beauty and complexity of human confusion, no? And we are always trying to get answers.

There is only one difference between a madman and me. The madman thinks he is sane. I know I am mad.

A woman who wants a charitable heart wants a pure mind.