Over his shoulder I saw a star fall. It was me.

You're so calm and quiet, you never say. But there are things inside you. I see them sometimes, hiding in your eyes.

It's those little daily incidents of life that are dramatic, and if you put a frame around it , suddenly they become much bigger and much more important than you ever imagined.

It's a rare book that wins the battle against drooping eyelids.

I find that when I come out of the library I'm in what I call the library bliss of being totally taken away from the distractions of life.

He saw things in a way that others did not, so that a city I had lived in all my life seemed a different place, so that a woman became beautiful with the light on her face.

Don't write about what you know - write about what you're interested in. Don't write about yourself - you aren't as interesting as you think.

As I get older, I use less jewelry - necklace or earrings each morning, not both; my clothes are getting more basic - fewer colours and simpler cuts; and my make-up is stripped back to basics.

The sign of a masterpiece: A painting when there's a lack of resolution.

You know I don’t listen to market gossip,” she began, “but it is hard not to hear it when my daughter’s name is mentioned.

I have consistently loved books that I've read when I've been sick in bed.

People are not going to love you unless you love them.

When you say 'state' you mean 'national.' National Socialism. That is what Mussolini and Hitler did. National Socialism. State Capitalism. They've changed the name.

I always appreciated my teachers. When I was 16, I gave them the greatest gift I could think of. I dropped out of school.

You do not convince me. You rationalize your actions and because the result is favorable you become right.

My brothers were the ones who taught me about mythology and storytelling, and showed me how to do stop-motion animation.

Don't hate me because I'm beautiful.

And then I did laugh, even though the future was a dangerous place, because I loved her, and she loved me, and the world was beautiful.

One voice is tiny, and alone it cannot be heard above the din of politics as usual. The peoples voice, when it cries as one, is a great roar.

There's this thing of you can live in a city and be completely alone, not notice anything going on around you.

I promise you, I'm fake sometimes, but other times I'm like, dude sit down.