Miracles pass and I see. Great wonders speak and I listen.

All of us change. Everyone in this world, from birth to death, becomes someone new. Again and again, we are remade.

Expect the unexpected, my mother once said. Because the unexpected most certainly will be expecting you.

I am vulnerable, starved for kindness. And when I receive it, I lose my mind.

Moscow was, as some said, the most beautiful mistress a man could ever want, but never cross her: like any good woman, she might just cut off your balls for the hell of it.

I've got a black-belt in crazy, and I know where you live.

Being alone was easier. No risk, just loneliness. No one ever died from that.

The one thing about being a creator, about being an artist, is that you get to explore your ideas. We're fortunate that we're in the position to do that, and I don't take it for granted.

Nice characters are boring! I like writing upbeat characters - that's my natural tendency.

Nice characters are boring!

Religion was no cure for dysfunction.

There's something very cool about that indie spirit that I try to hang on to even now with the bigger films that I'm working on.

And don't put a rose in my hand. Put a slim-jim in it. Send me to heaven with a slim-jim!

I never expected to leave college early-especially after just one year.

I was going to write a book one day and I actually did. To have it is a major accomplishment for me.

When I was a kid, my father didn't really have much hope for me. He thought I was a dreamer; he didn't think I would amount to anything. My mother also.

Since all men are created equal, I have to thank God I was born a woman.

If you wish to find, you must search. Rarely does a good idea interrupt you

How surprisingly alive false ideas are! They even have their own evolution. At first they are highfalutin' 'truths,' then humdrum 'laws,' and finally superstitions.

Error is sometimes so nearly allied to truth that it blends with it as imperceptibly as the colors of the rainbow fade into each other.

I would that there was nothing in the world But my beloved that night and day had perished, And all that is and all that is to be, All that is not the meeting of our lips.