Pain was the only sign to her that she was alive and could feel emotion.

Like her father, Bess never forgot a hurt or a service.

Like her father, Bess never forgot a hurt of a service.

O God — please give him back! I shall keep asking You.

She looked at her hand: Just some hand, holding a cheap pen. Some girls’ hand. She had nothing to do with that hand. Let that hand do whatever it wanted to.

You cannot truly know pleasure without pain.You cannot truly know strength without weakness.You cannot truly know joy without sorrow.You cannot truly know hope without despair.

The world as first seen by the child becomes his lifelong standard of excellence, mindless of the fact he is admiring the ruins of his parents.

The instruction received at the mother's knee, and the paternal lessons, together with the pious and sweet souvenirs of the fireside, are never effaced entirely from the soul.

The truly strong person is not the one who never needs help, but the one who can ask for it when he does

She tasted of coffee and day old poetry.

With the media how it is these days, people expect to know everything. I don't talk about my girlfriend because essentially she doesn't want to be talked about.

Forming characters! Whose? Our own or others? Both. And in that momentous fact lies the peril and Responsibility of our existence.

I really fought to make my character not a stereotype. I play a soap star with dyed blonde hair.