Memory - that fiend, that cruel enemy of comfort.

I love you breathlessly, my amazing man.

All good things come to those who wait.

There are some battles, no matter how much you don’t want to fight them, that you just have to fight. That are worth giving your life for.

You are my hand grenade, my artillery fire. You have replaced my heart with yourself.

Not bombs nor my broken heart can take away from me walking barefoot with you in jasmine June through the Field of Mars.

We walk alone through this world, but if we're lucky, we have a moment of belonging to something, to someone, that sustains us through a lifetime of loneliness.

Tania, there is so much still ahead of you. Be patient with life

Ask yourself these three questions, Tatiana Metanova, and you will know who you are. Ask: What do believe in? What do you hope for? What do you love?

The power you have over someone who loves you is greater than any other power you'll ever have.

If there is God, I thought...Please some day let me make love to this girl while she wears that dress." "Oh..." "Tatiasha...isn't it nice to know there is a God?

And yet, in a sense, in choosing to be deprived of the ability to make an ethical choice, you have in a sense really chosen the good.

Insanity is starting over a million times, expecting to feel the spark you never did the first time.

Depression, anger, and sadness are states of mind, and so are happiness, peace, and contentment. You can choose to be in any of these states because it's your mind.

The beauty of traveling solo is that you wonder unexpectedly, but almost certainly into the direction you were meant to go.

If you are a carrier of a particular set of genes, your probability of committing a violent crime goes up by eight hundred and eighty-two percent.

Can someone eat the fruit that comes from the tree of action that grows from the seeds of your mind?

The getting out part [of advise] may well be true. Because if you have tried the tender love thing... typically the abuser is not going to change until they are pushed in a corner.

The disciplined are free.

Call him drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer any more. Not the whiskey drinking Indian, nor the Marine that went to war.

You in the media ought to be ashamed of yourselves to call the provisions and the guarantees of the Bill of Rights 'Technicalities'. They're not. We are what we are because of those guarantees.