My rule is: the second you find yourself doing something you hate, quit doing it.

The funny thing about stop signs is that they're also start signs.

I realize Jubilee is a bit of a stripper name. You probably think I have heard the call of the pole.

Writing is one of the few careers for which you essentially train yourself, the other two major ones being juggling and pickpocketing.

i miss you so much it's giving me a pain in my pancreas.

Fear can't hurt you," she said. "When it washes over you, give it no power. It's a snake with no venom. Remember that. That knowledge can save you.

It's always easier to say good-bye when you know it's just a prelude to hello.

You can never visit the same place twice. Each time, it's a different story. By the very act of coming back, you wipe out what came before.

I like you because you were mad. And you're pretty. And pretty sane for a mad person.

Guilt isn't always a rational thing, Clio realized. Guilt is a weight that will crush you whether you deserve it or not.

I have no phobias. Phobias are irrational. My fears are rational and CAREFULLY CULTIVATED, like roses.

When national ideals are confined to insignificant issues reflective primarily of a personal choice, there lies a problem of distorted priorities.

Turn an impossibility into an exciting reality.

Men were not supposed to be mushy, but one thing his mother taught him was that it was better to understand your feelings than hide from them

I realised I've got quite a talent for coming up with ideas for design. I've got so many ideas about fashion.

In Tantric Zen you can be humorous and make fun of anything or you can be very serious.

The only person you are fighting is yourself and your stubbornness to engage in new circumstances.

I have kept a diary as long as I can remember, and drawings are really another kind of diary.

Don't pretend to know everything. I've been blessed to work with a lot of veteran actors, and I soak up lessons from them like a sponge.

A weapon, I told Horus. I need a weapon. I reached into the Duat and pulled out an ostrich feather. “Really?” I yelled. Horus didn’t answer

The spandrels of San Marco and the Panglossian Paradigm.