If what he said was the truth, it broke her heart. If what he said was a lie, it was broken anyway.

We never can just stop time. Or take moments back. Life doesn't work that way, does it?

It's all well and good to look back after the fact and see what we should have done, but we rarely know what path is best when we take that first step.

You can't be anything but who you are. I wouldn't love you the same if you stopped being you. How do I change enough to accept that ruthless streak in you.

The real question is, can you love the real me? Not the perfect person you want me to be, not that image you had of me, but who I really am.

Men always seemed to growl and sniff around each other, bristling over nothing, and just as suddenly become buddies at the least likely moments.

I'll be damned if I apologize for the choices I've made. They were hard decisions, but I had good reasons for making them.

It's your way of fighting. You refuse to engage and then you can't lose.

...but you have to know when you close those doors, you don't leave anything for the other person.

Always try to be a little kinder than is necessary.

Smiles were rare in this house. Smiles had to be bought and paid for.

You promise?""I cross the place where my heart used to be and wish to be even more deader than I am now.

Essentially, I'm a small-part actor who's been lucky enough to play leading roles for most of his life.

There are two types of pain: pain that hurts you and pain that changes you.

I want to see somebody go to jail over the financial crisis and not just black, brown and poor whites over humbles and minor drug beefs.

Sometimes songwriters and singers forget that. They get a melody in their head and the notes will take precedence, so that they wind up forcing a word onto a melody. It doesn't ring true.

We should not call a city happy because it attracts masses of citizens from everywhere; a fortunate city is one in which the race of the original inhabitants is best preserved.

Genuine confidence is what launches you out of bed in the morning, and through your day with a spring in your step.

[N]ature repairs one thing from another and allows nothing to be born without the aid of another's death.