Live free or die.

Perfection is a promise, and a reassurance that we are not wrong.

He is no longer mine to lose, but the grief is there, a gnawing sense of disbelief.

We wanted the freedom to love. We wanted the freedom to choose. Now we have to fight for it.

And you can't love, not fully, unless you are loved in return.

But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pretending: that wherever we have ended up is where we intended to be all along.

I don't understand how everything changes, how the layers of your life get buried. Impossible. At some point, at some time, we must all explode.

For a second, I feel a sense of overwhelming grief: for how things change, for the fact that we can never go back. I'm not certain of anything anymore. I don't know what will happen--

This is the past: It drifts, it gathers. If you are not careful, it will bury you.

That is the rule of the Wilds: You must be bigger and stronger and tougher. You must hurt or be hurt.

We are all punished for the lives we have chosen, in one way or another.

The law of circulation is the power of communication.

The perfection of Christian character depends wholly upon the grace and strength found alone in God.

I am thankful for all the blessings and talents I have been given, but most of all I am thankful for my loving and supportive family.

Morals were restrictive, but they were grounded on human experience.

There's never been a presidency that's done so much in such a short period of time, and we haven't even started the big work yet.

What once were two, are one

Let us ease the Roman people of their continual care, who think it long to await the death of an old man.

You can't visit readers where you think they are. You have to invite them home to where you are and try to lure them into your universe. That's the art of storytelling.

Each day learn something new, and just as important, relearn something old.

I am not someone who believes to doing a film just because it is off beat.