It was heaven. Forget angels, forget St. Peter and glittering harpsichords. Heaven was a dance in the arms of one's true love.

She was petite, small in that way that made a man want to slay dragons.

You always get more respect when you don't have a happy ending.

Society is capricious and rewards the bad as often as the good. But it never rewards the quiet.

I had to do something," she said. "I couldn't just sit and wait for life to happen to me any longer.

I vow to spend the rest of my life keeping your hands and feet warm.

I don't know whether to toss you through that window or shake your hand and say 'Well done'" Henry said in a tired voice.

sometimes there are reasons for our fears that we can’t quite explain. Sometimes it’s just something we feel in our bones, something we know to be true, but would sound foolish to anyone else.

She hated that she was still so desperate for a glimpse of him, but it had been this way for years.

James - "Are you paying attention or just trying to make me look like an idoit?" Elizabeth - "Oh, I'm definately paying attention. If you look like an idiot it has nothing to do with me.

Sometimes Hen...I think I would give my life just for one of your smiles.

Want to change the world? Get creative and solve problems. The world has too many factory workers and too few problem solvers.

If you think of the moon as already used, it’s not as difficult to take in, because then it’s just like you, Traveled the world like you, Seen the globe like you, But, it’s still bright.

Like sunshine, music is a powerful force that can instantly and almost chemically change your entire mood.

What happens in a certain place can stain your feelings for that location, just as ink can stain a white sheet.

I've been on shows that go for shock value

Life is just masturbation in a sense, mentally. What people do is they just create a world out of their self-reflection.

Our country is where ever we are well off.

Who has told you that the fruit belies the flower? For the fruit you have not tasted, and the flower you know but by report.

Within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court.

A man is about as big as the things that make him angry.