If a person is treated like a patient, they are apt to act like one.

There comes a point when a dream becomes reality and reality becomes a dream.

I minded my own business, and, unfortunately, so did everyone else.

I miss the comfort in being sad.

The more people pointed at me in scorn the more stubborn I got and when they began calling me the Bad Girl of West Seattle High, I tried to live up to it.

I went to Sunday School and liked the stories about Christ and the Christmas star. They were beautiful. They made you warm and happy to think about. But I didn't believe them.

I have learned that to have a good friend is the purest of all God's gifts, for it is a love that has no exchange of payment.

Have you ever had a broken heart?

If you get old fashioned enough, you'll always be in style.

I wondered a little why God was such a useless thing. It seemed a waste of time to have him. After that he became less and less, until he was... nothingness.

But I was sure of one thing. If God were a father, with children, that cleanliness I had been feeling wasn't God.

Man is a mystery. It needs to be unravelled, and if you spend your whole life unravelling it, don't say that you've wasted time. I am studying that mystery because I want to be a human being.

Agent Mom is a perfect opportunity for me to do what I love... develop characters, act and take incredible stories to my fans. So yes, I can absolutely see myself cast as Agent Mom.

There are people who can believe anything they wish. What lucky creatures!

Kierkegaard, Marx, and Nietzsche are for us like guideposts to a past which has lost its significance.

Writing is my job. I don't think of it as art.

Our dreams must be stronger than our memories.

I am somehow allowed by the universe to do exactly what I want to do to make a living.

I've kind of learned this about Joss Whedon. Never say never. I've learned that. I also have another rule about Joss Whedon. Never say no. Just... whatever Joss Whedon wants to do, just do it.

Opportunity is a parade. Even as one chance passes, the next is a fife and drum echoing in the distance.

He was an author whose works were so well known as to be almost confidential.