My look was even more solidified when I started singing in Greenwich Village with my sister Lucy. We wore matching dresses as the Simon Sisters.

I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee.

I just want to show off my scar proudly and not be afraid of it.

A really strong woman accepts the war she went through and is ennobled by her scars.

The sound of birds stops the noise in my mind.

Everyone has problems, and learning to share them is essential. Hiding pain requires an enormous amount of energy; sharing it is liberating.

You know when you take the paint off an old canvas and you discover that something's been painted underneath it? That's what I feel like - that part of the old is coming through the new.

I've learned that nobody's perfect, and I don't expect myself to be perfect anymore.

Life is a dream even in its most painful moments, it's a dream that we can dance to.

My scar is beautiful. It looks like an arrow.

As a singer I tried on all these hats, these voices, these clothes, and eventually out came me.

Social power is at stake in theory-making, but the workings of this power are often unacknowledged -- and overdeter

I understand how difficult it is, putting your heart in someone else’s hands. But, if you don’t, how will you ever truly know a person?

Every man sees his wife like an angel

FORGIVING is FOR GIVING to others and if it is meant FOR GETTING to ourselves then should it not be termed as FORGETTING ourselves.

Lawyers are the jackals of commerce.

Observe things as they are and don't pay attention to other people.

To be President of the United States, sir, is to act as advocate for a blind, venomous, and ungrateful client.

He exhaled loudly and raked a hand through the sable brown hair he always kept stylishly messy. "Look, Rose. You don’t have to keep up with the hard-to-get thing. You’ve already got me.

I always try to get as personal as I can with the characters that I play, which is a reason why I don't play a lot of characters.

Fear is concealed in smiles and flashing teeth. 'Please say you still love me,' the kings and queens are really saying. And, when they fare badly, they return to their palaces and sleep fitfully.