Lately, I have been having nightmares, where I'm cut into so many pieces that there isn't enough of me to be put back together.

Everytime I look at a zebra, I can't figure out whether it's black with white stripes or white with black stripes, and that frustrates me.

Love is not a because, it's a no matter what.

The human capacity for burden is like bamboo- far more flexible than you'd ever believe at first glance.

There are two ways to be happy: improve your reality, or lower your expectations.

There's always going to be bad stuff out there. But here's the amazing thing -- light trumps darkness, every time. You stick a candle into the dark, but you can't stick the dark into the light.

You can't look back - you just have to put the past behind you, and find something better in your future.

Until this moment, I had not realized that someone could break your heart twice, along the very same fault lines.

The wolves knew when it was time to stop looking for what they'd lost, to focus instead on what was yet to come.

If you have a sister and she dies, do you stop saying you have one? Or are you always a sister, even when the other half of the equation is gone?

‎Pick ten strangers and stick them in a room, and ask them which of us they feel sorrier for - you or me - and we all know who they'll choose.

Men are fickle creatures, capable of kindness and compassion yet fascinated by the basest atrocities.

All journeys eventually end in the same place, home.

The worst thing about getting older is you discover that most of the performers in the shows you used to watch are now younger than you. Suddenly, everything become less believable.

They're dead. We're alive. We have things to do.

Think that day lost whose (low) descending sun Views from thy hand no noble action done.

I'm loving N.Y., and words can't even describe how happy I am to be here.

Is it more important to make sure that you have another Clinton or a woman in the White House than it is to have somebody who is a morally sound character and judgment?

Many patients cannot hear until they feel heard.

What does it mean to regret when you have no choice? It's what you can bear. And there it is... It was death. I chose life.

Kill off all my demons and my angels might die too.