My theme is memory, that winged host that soared about me one grey morning of war-time. We possess nothing certainly except the past.

Punctuality is the virtue of the bored.

I should like to bury something precious in every place where I've been happy and then, when I'm old and ugly and miserable, I could come back and dig it up and remember.

One forgets words as one forgets names. One's vocabulary needs constant fertilizing or it will die.

I have lived carefully, sheltered myself from the cold winds, eaten moderately of what was in season, drunk fine claret, slept in my own sheets; I shall live long.

The truth is that Oxford is simply a very beautiful city in which it is convenient to segregate a certain number of the young of the nation while they are growing up.

Your actions, and your action alone, determines your worth.

He was gifted with the sly, sharp instinct for self-preservation that passes for wisdom among the rich.

Beer commercials are so patriotic: Made the American Way. What does that have to do with America? Is that what America stands for? Feeling sluggish and urinating frequently?

Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there's no room for the present at all.

Wine is a bride who brings a great dowry to the man who woos her persistently and gracefully.

And therein lies the whole of man's plight. Human time does not turn in a circle

My personal philosophy is that you do art to experience emotion that you don't have the luxury of experiencing in real life.

Emma:“He broke your heart! How can you call it love when hehurt you so badly?”Kellan:“It was lovebecause it was worth it.

I dress how I feel. I just go off emotion. I can't prepare my outfit a day before. Everything I wear is spontaneous.

Technology is not neutral. We're inside of what we make, and it's inside of us. We're living in a world of connections — and it matters which ones get made and unmade.

American journalism's crazy old aunt in the attic.

Everybody in this life has their challenges and difficulties. That is part of our mortal test. . . . Peace comes through hope.

All good plots come from well-orchestrated characters pitted against one another in a conflict of wills.

Today's worries may become tomorrow's priceless experiences.

Too much attention on problems kills our faith in possibilities.