People don't know that New York really is just made up of a group of very small neighborhoods.

We're not going to have the America that we want until we elect leaders who are going to tell the truth - not most days, but every day.

After all, Ginger Rogers did everything that Fred Astaire did. She just did it backwards and in high heels.

I've been tested by fire, and the fire lost.

You can put lipstick and earrings on a hog and call it Monique, but it's still a pig.

I get a lot of cracks about my hair, mostly from men who don't have any.

I believe in recovery, and I believe that as a role model I have the responsibility to let young people know that you can make a mistake and come back from it.

We have forgotten to be our brothers and sisters keepers. And we have forgotten that the Number 1 goal is to love one another.

The here and now is all we have, and if we play it right it's all we'll need.

I have a real soft spot in my heart for librarians and people who care about books.

I did not want my tombstone to read, 'She kept a really clean house.'

Depression is very real. It'll back you into a dark room, slap you across the face, spit in your eyes, scream in your ears, and punch you in the gut - Until you give in.

Believe in yourself. You believe because you have faith. And because you have faith, you have courage to do.

I am at war... with the principal personage of traditional philosophy, that abstract subject who masquerades as everyone and anyone, but is really a male subject in disguise.

To the critical intelligence, nothing is left of absolute reality.

The darker the night, the nearer the dawn. Victory in life is decided by that last concentrated burst of energy filled with the resolve to win.

If you ask me what the world looks like to me, it looks like a painting by Pissarro.

Most people know who believes in them.

The whole wood seemed running now, running hard, hunting, chasing, closing in round something or - somebody? In panic, he began to run too, aimlessly, he knew not whither.

They say people who don’t learn from history are destined to repeat it.

How mighty, how great the One must be, I thought, to send the heavens careening, and yet hear the cry of a single heart.