Oh, we are going to be so happy away from all the things that almost got us but couldn't quite because we were too smart for them!

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.

She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that’s one of the reasons why they did.

Look closer and you'll see something extraordinary, mystifying, something real and true. We have never been what we seemed.

She refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn't boring.

I don't want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.

I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.

isn't it funny how danger makes people passionate?

By the time a person has achieved years adequate for choosing a direction, the die is cast and the moment has long since passed which determined the future.

Experience teaches you how to do things you never want to do again.

I wish I could write a beautiful book to break those hearts that are soon to cease to exist: a book of faith and small neat worlds and of people who live by the philosophies of popular songs.

I learned about women -- how we are made into the women we've become, how we shape ourselves, how we shape each other.

Mind is like an archaeologist, it can only dissect and research dead things, events on how, when, where & why. It can never be on the NOW. Only BEING is capable to be in the NOW and EXPERIENCE!

Time to get a go on this drop-dead-gorgeous morning.

Why did I write? whose sin to me unknown Dipt me in ink, my parents', or my own? As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.

I refuse to say anything beyond five years because I don't think we can see much beyond five years.

I was always drawn to music. It consumed my thoughts and when I realized I could make people feel something through music that is all I wanted to do.

I was still making movies so it wasn't as if I were working in a bar, but they were independent films that couldn't find distributors.

There is no sense talking about "being true to yourself" until you are sure what voice you are being true to. It takes hard work to differentiate the voices of the unconscious.

There is a single energy of God and the saints? they are living icons of Christ, being the same as He is, by grace rather than by assimilation.

This life of man appears for a short space, but of what went before, or what is to follow, we are utterly ignorant.