Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose.

If you are silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it.

Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It's beyond me.

I have the nerve to walk my own way, however hard, in my search for reality, rather than climb upon the rattling wagon of wishful illusions.

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

All my skinfolk ain't kinfolk.

There are years that ask questions and years that answer.

I love myself when I am laughing. . . and then again when I am looking mean and impressive.

Bitterness is the coward's revenge on the world for having been hurt.

If you haven't got it, you can't show it. If you have got it, you can't hide it.

If writers were too wise, perhaps no books would get written at all. It might be better to ask yourself 'Why?”'afterwards than before There is no agony like bearing an untold story inside you.

In the world we live, either everyone is stupid or no one is.

It does wonders for my own psyche to turn envy into inspiration. No matter how successful we become, we're never above that.

Just because there are thingsyou still want, that doesn’t meanyou can’t feel gratitude for all thewealth and abundancealready in your life.

It is hard to think of anything which more tragically and clearly exemplifies the phenomenon of good political intentions achieving the precise opposite of their aim.

I always do like to write love stories, even if they end tragically.

Come a crisis, we want other people.

Rudy Giuliani say he thinks that a lot of protesters are professional protesters right there.

Without ELF, I'm just an empty shell. I'll always love E.L.F., even if E.L.F. already forgot about SJ.

I think of each movie as a puzzle. The fun is in solving the puzzle: finding a musical identity for the picture, however that can be summed up.

My mom, we had a relationship. I knew she loved me. I always knew she loved me. But she didn't, openly or overtly, express, you know, affection and love. But I - I knew. I knew she did.