I would love to write and produce. I feel as if as an actor I'm just a small part you have to multi-task to survive in the entertainment industry.

In so many ways I'm just thankful for common sense. Common sense keeps you out of trouble.

When your trying to be an adult in a relationship you seriously don't need to lie or front and try to put on this big picture or pseud like your something that your not.

A relationship cannot survive the test of time without trust.

Without a plan your kind of just like a dog chasing it's tail, your not getting anywhere.

I think most women we go through a stage in relationship, this is men and women where I'm trusting you, but now I got to test it, I have to make sure your the real deal.

Honesty is a big deal, and when your honest everything will fall into place.

Be honest about who you are and what your bringing to the table and what your expectations are.

I just want to be in the moment and enjoy the outdoors and nature. Be able to take advantage of all the things God provided for us. That would be really nice.

I think a lot of men just automatically like to lie, because they feel like their protecting a women's feelings.

Definitely, I'm always nice. Sometimes I wish I could be naughty, I'm just a little too boring.

My youth is like a scab: under it there is a wound that every day leaks blood. It disfigures me.

Human reason needs only to will more strongly than fate and she is fate.

Better than the strength of men and horses is our wisdom.

Haters are cowards. When confronted they often back down. We must resist haters.

I wouldn't consider myself an outsider artist because I have a university degree in painting.

Great principles, great ideals know no nationality.

Writing is the easiest thing in the world.... Just try it sometime. I sit up with a pipe in my mouth and a board on my knees and I scribble away.

The history of the Church of Rome is a constant leakage of members into such breakaway cults, which go on splitting.

But standing in that hallway, it was all coming back to me. Memories were waiting at the edges of things, beckoning to me.

Do not say a little in many words but a great deal in a few.