If the average person realized the power he wields over his life and destiny, he would live in a perpetual state of wonder and thanksgiving.

Never give up on a dream just because of the time it will take to accomplish it. The time will pass anyway.

Whatever we plant in our subconscious mind and nourish with repetition and emotion will one day become a reality.

Our attitude towards others determines their attitude towards us.

We become what we think about.

Watch what everyone else does--do the opposite. The majority is always wrong.

Your problem is to bridge the gap which exists between where you are now and the goal you intend to reach.

Every minute should be enjoyed and savored.

Our environment, the world in which we live and work, is a mirror of our attitudes and expectations.

People with goals succeed because they know where they're going.

Control your thoughts. Decide about that which you will think and concentrate upon. You are in charge of your life to the degree you take charge of your thoughts.

There was enough ice.So I thought. For my drink.When I used it all, I cut her heart out and used it instead.I never ran out of ice that night.

I had dance training from a very young age, 3 or 4... It taught me how to present myself, about preparation and working in an ensemble, and it's something that carries with me to this day.

I sailboat raced, I love to go out on my motorcycle alone, but I also love my family dearly. I love that aspect of my life as well.

It's surprising how much memory is built around things unnoticed at the time.

My ambition from the very beginning was to make a good part for myself, something differently to what lately I've been doing.

I assume most of the characters I play are exactly like me.

Well, a lead is the most important thing about the story.

It took me a long time to realize that being a girl is so much more powerful than being a guy, but I really saw myself as boy for a long while.

What men have thought about life in the past is less important than what you feel about it to-day.

But to write - that is grief and labor; and to read what one has written - how unlike the story as one saw it; how dull, how spirtless - that is enough to send one weeping to bed.