If you do not hear music in your words, you have put too much thought into your writing and not enough heart.

Hurt leads to bitterness, bitterness to anger, travel too far that road and the way is lost.

This is for writers yet to be published who think the uphill climb will never end. Keep believing. This is also for published writers grown jaded by the process. Remember how lucky you are.

The muse whispers to you when she chooses, and you can't tell her to come back later, because you quickly learn in this business that she might not come back at all.

We live out our lives as we are meant to live them-with some choice, with some chance, but mostly as a result of the persons we are.

Growing up, I didn't have a lot of toys, and personal entertainment depended on individual ingenuity and imagination - think up a story and go live it for an afternoon.

We forget that what matters begins with the imagination.

Fear is a fire to temper courage and resolve. Use it so.

We must nurture and love, if life is to have any real meaning. But First we must find a way to survive against the things that prevent us from doing so.

Why pretend to be something you're not? If you have to be someone, be someone no one else is.

Fantasy is the only canvas large enough for me to paint on.

Three most important questions for a happy life:How can I help? How can I love? How can I belong?

Revenge is a business of calculation, best served cold. Rescue holds more of sacrifice, suicidal danger, and all manner of other madness that should have me running in the opposite direction.

Let's play double or nothing... you beat me... fair... now let's play again, let's see was that your lucky day or not!?

Today is yesterday's effect and tomorrow's cause.

I want to be able to have a conversation with people. I don't want to be stupid. I'd like to have a life outside acting.

I no longer have the fear of being alone. It's cool to find out that you don't need a boyfriend to be happy.

We are at full stop. We think we have arrived.

Not snow, no, nor rain, nor heat, nor night keeps them from accomplishing their appointed courses with all speed.

Work is born in us. We take to it kindly or unkindly. The terms may be easy or harsh, but the contract is binding.