Love accepts. Forgiveness comes in time.

When you love someone, it doesn't really matter if they love you back or not. Having love in your heart for someone is its own reward. or punishment, depending on the circumstances.

The Universe doesn't like secrets. It conspires to reveal the truth, to lead you to it.

Many people believe that evil is the presence of something. I think it's the absence of something.

I think that's the moment when we all grow up, when we stop blaming our parents for the messes we've made out of our lives and start owning the consequences of our actions.

You can cut the ties that bind but not without losing a part of yourself. You can walk away and hide from the people who made you, but you'll always hear them calling your name.

The universe conspires to reveal the truth and to make your path easy if you have the courage to follow the signs.

We can't hold on to anyone or anything, you know. We lose everything except that which we carry within us.

It's strange how memory gets twisted and pulled like taffy in its retelling, how a single event can mean something different to everyone present.

The past is history. The future is a mystery. The present is a gift.

Hope is good. Without it, well, you do the math. But hope has to be like a prayer. Putting it out there to something more powerful than yourself.

I couldn't claim that I have never felt the urge to explore evil but when you descend into hell you have to be very careful.

Shearer could be at 100% fitness, but not peak fitness.

For me, it feels like my ideas are more specific to random thoughts or single ideas I might have, as opposed to being influenced by a general perception of absurdity.

I strive for honesty in playing what I feel.

I sometimes think I prefer suitors in books rather than right in front of me. How awful, backward, cowardly, and mentally warped that will be if it turns out to be true.

I went to school, but they didn't give you too much schooling because just as soon as you was big enough, you get to working in the fields. I guess I was a big boy for my age.

I need to write to be happy.

We're told about a woman's right to control her own body. But doesn't the unborn child have a higher right, and that is to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness?

I am sweet, I am ugly, I am mean if you love me. I'll try hard just to please you, when I say I don't need you.

The difference between a thief and a congressman: When a thief steals your money, he doesn't expect you to thank him.