It's not often you encounter the real person behind a good-natured mask, the darkest parts of someone. It's not comfortable when you do.

I keep finding myself stifled by the company of others and then crippled by loneliness when I leave them. I am terrified and I don't even know of what, because I have lost everything already.

If I let a little of the emotion out, all of it will come out, and it will never end.

It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because she's gone. She's gone, and crying feels so useless, so stupid, but it's all I can do.

I wonder if fears ever really go away, or if they just lose their power over us.

I feel like myself, strong and weak at once - allowed, at least for a little while, to be both.

You don’t believe things because they make your life better, you believe them because they’re true.

I laugh, and it's laughter, not light, that casts out the darkness building within me, that reminds me I am still alive, even in this strange place where everything I've ever known is coming apart.

I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me--they, and the love and loyaty I give them, form my identity far more than any word or group ever could.

I think you're still the only person sharp enough to sharpen someone like me.

I didn't know that idiocy caused people to just start spontaneously bleeding from the nose.

Get books, sit yourself down anywhere, and go to reading them yourself.

We're still family-owned, which keeps life a whole lot simpler. When my wife and kids and I decide to make a business move, we don't have to ask Wall Street about it.

I’ve never known anyone who was saved who did not first save herself.

Sound bytes. Catch phrases. Sales pitches. Words. All lexical legitimizing. ‘A rose by any other name…’ he said. In the end it’s all propaganda.

At the outstart of discussions of women's intellectual attainments, it is well to remember how few are the men of the first rank.

No one has ever found a solution for not doing a fashion show.

I think it's good to be passionate, and I think it's even good to be obsessed about a show. Why not? I think it's great!

Theatre audiences can't be made to think and cry: at best, they can be made to think and laugh, or to feel and cry.

There's no greater feeling than moving a man from Point A to Point B, against his will.

The patient must minister to himself