If one abandons their principles when tested by struggle, they were never true principles but advertisements for character they never possessed.

Most men claim to desire driven, independent and confident women. Yet when confronted with such a creature reverence often evolves into resent. For just like women, men need to be needed.

We the people have no excuse for starry-eyed sycophantic group-think in the Information Age. Knowledge is but a fingertip away.

True art is thoughtful, emotional examination of how human themes impact the overall experience of existing. The rest is kitsch.

Of all the religions in the world, perhaps the religion of liberty is the only faith capable of purity.

I'm not a writer. Ernest Hemingway was a writer. I just have a vivid imagination and type 90 WPM.

If the novel is dead, I'm a necrophiliac.

While writing is like a joyful release, editing is a prison where the bars are my former intentions and the abusive warden my own neuroticism.

Women that can work a camera with ease often work men just as effortlessly for both require the same commitment to vanity and manipulation.

No man owns me. All man can do is practice the timeless, criminal art of threatening to separate my soul from her physical host.

Political corruption, social greed, and Americanized quasi-socialism can ruin even the most wonderful places. California proved that.

Our lives can hold just so much. If they're filled with one thing, they can't be filled with another. We ought to do a lot of thinking about what we want to fill them with.

I'm not a fan of anybody music who I feel like a sucka. I don't listen to you. They play you in the club, you can have the #1 jam, but if I know your character, how can I listen to your music?

The smallest act has repercussions for the universe.

They're saying now that Rick Santorum is gaining momentum because he's not Romney. And Mitt Romney was furious. He replied, 'Well, I can do that.

Growing up, I always dreamed of winning an NBA championship, never a gold. A gold was something that never crossed my mind.

Music is a weapon of the future / music is the weapon of the progressives / music is the weapon of the givers of life

It's been perfect. I can still ride a subway and work with great people. I can't imagine being Julia Roberts. I don't have the fortitude to withstand that kind of attention.

Who doesnt love a funny girl who can look sexy at the same time?

Seduced her? Every time I turned round she was up a library ladder. In the end I gave in. That reminds me—I spotted something between her legs that made me think of you.

It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll; I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.