It’s so evident to me now that just because someone is a great guy doesn’t guarantee we’ll make a great couple, no matter how much I work at it and want it.

I can live without a boy. So why does it feel like I'm going to die?

I’ve been so caught up with mapping out a picture-perfect “forever” that I’m completely neglecting my present, which I have far more control over anyway.

Each of you are a voice. Together we are a choir, a powerful choir of change that circles the globe with love.

Very few people have the nerve to grab their dreams. Most that you meet will be half-images or carbon copies of who they really want to be.

You never know the hurt others endure in this world behind the closed windows of their life, or the joy a simple act of kindness can bring.

As a lover or a dipsomaniac, I've no doubt of your being a most fascinating specimen. But as a combiner of forms, you must honestly admit it, you're a bore.

Besides the fact that I make movies, there's nothing interesting about my life at all, unfortunately.

I've stayed away from Twitter for a long time because I sort of didn't trust myself with such an intimate but very public way of relating to the world, but I feel like I've studied it enough.

I cry when I feel like crying.

At the door, Audrey called, "Are you coming?" "No, just breathing hard, love." He glanced at her and was rewarded by an outraged glare, followed by, "Oh, my God!

When you say 'Black is beautiful' you are saying, 'Man you are okay as you are, begin to look upon yourself as a human being'.

Belief in mysteries, any manner of mysteries, is the only lasting luxury in life.