In the past few months, life had lost its sweetness and he’d lost his way. But no longer. Death was once again the enemy, his indifference and apathy drowned in a Cheshire pond.

I inhale hope with every breath I take.

Why is it honesty when a man speaks his mind and madness when a woman does?

…a cynic who was still saddened whenever his jaundiced view of mankind was confirmed...

Your inner strength is your outer foundation

Art is an imagination, projection, and reflection of the mind in a particular form that society can internalize and enjoy.

Oh, will you pray? Stop now and pray, lest desire turn to feeling and feeling evaporate.

Consume life before it spoils.

When nothing is done, nothing is left undone.

I love my DSL, but I love my WiFi more. And I probably get on the Internet 40 percent to 50 percent more because of the combination of those technologies.

I think a fragrance is more of a signature than even what you wear - something you'll remember more down the road than a shirt.

You can't erase what you know. You can't forget who you are.

Inasmuch as it's a culture, cinema is the only thing at our disposal with which we can recognize ourselves in today's images. As an instrument it's inevitably inadequate, but it's the only one.

I think every morning we wake up offers a new beginning, a new way of stepping into the day. I think every conversation could be a new chance.