I won't be what I'm not. -Jing-mei

I hid my deepest feelings so well I forgot where I placed them.

My mother said I was a clingy kid until I was about four. I also remember that from the age of eight she and I fought almost every day.

If you can't change your fate, change your attitude.

So sad! This is the saddest part when you lose someone you love- that person keeps changing. And later you wonder, Is this the same person I lost?

I am like a falling star who has finally found her place next to another in a lovely constellation, where we will sparkle in the heavens forever.

Writing is an extreme privilege but it's also a gift. It's a gift to yourself and it's a gift of giving a story to someone.

I was six when my mother taught me the art of invisible strength..."strongest wind cannot be seen."

How can you blame a person for his fears and weaknesses unless you have felt the same and done differently?

Libraries are the pride of the city.

Who knows where inspiration comes from. Perhaps it arises from desperation. Perhaps it comes from the flukes of the universe, the kindness of the muses.

If you don't think every day is a great day try going without one.

Through movies, I have met nearly everyone I have wanted to, except Woody Allen.

A fool contributes nothing worth hearing and takes offense at everything.

I love Tina Turner. I'm one of Tina Turner's biggest fans. Tina Turner was a big influence on me to become a singer. A role model and in a way she gave me back my confidence in choosing my material.

Commanding goodness and forbiding to do evil (are) for the amendment and correction of society and the common folks.

John Guidetti is a typical English striker. Even though he is Swedish

By a lie, a man... annihilates his dignity as a man.

As a rule, there is no surer way to the dislike of men than to behave well where they have behaved badly.

Men's actions are too strong for them. Show me a man who has acted, and who has not been the victim and slave of his action.

How oft, - be witness, Guardian of our days!... The sky besprinkled o'er with rainbow hues, As if angelic wings had wanton'd there.