Once you want something, everything changes.

The beauty of dystopia is that it lets us vicariously experience future worlds - but we still have the power to change our own.

I realize now how much courage it takes to choose the life you want, whatever that might be.

When we read dystopia, we root for these people to break free because we are these people; hoping and fighting against things that are bigger than ourselves.

Red is the first color of spring. It's the real color of rebirth. Of beginning.

In the end you can't always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go.

Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that.

Every minute you spend with someone gives them a part of your life and takes part of theirs.

It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.

This is a difficult balance, telling the truth: how much to share, how much to keep, which truths will wound but not ruin, which will cut too deep to heal.

Forgetting lets you live without the pain for a moment but remembering hits hard.

To enjoy the beauty of the world, don’t try to fit in. Try to fly out of your perceived boundaries.

Teaism is a cult founded on the adoration of the beautiful among the sordid facts of everyday existence.

I'm one of those firm believers that good music will prevail.

Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod, They have left unstained, what there they found,- Freedom to worship God.

So Harry Potter came in and it is nice that I have kids of the right age. I took them to London and they walked around the set and met Harry Potter and that is thrilling.

While I'm here on this planet, I really want to create art and do creative things.

I took tap classes growing up.

Could there ever be a more wonderful story than your own?

Always when I come to the field, I try to do my best for other people.

When grace combines with wrinkles, it is admirable. There is an indescribable light of dawn about intensely happy old age. . . . The young person is handsome, but the old, superb.