Roarke, what's going on here?' 'Lieutenant.' He leaned forward, touched his lips to hers. 'Indications are we're having a romance.

If you don't go after what you want, you'll never have it. If you don't ask, the answer is always no. If you don't step forward, you're always in the same place.

Life is like a moustache. It can be wonderful or terrible. But it always tickles.

Love is not enough. But, it is the rock on which all else stands.

know what you want, work to get it, then value it once you have it.

Feeling too much is a hell of a lot better than feeling nothing.

If you don't step forward, you're always in the same place.

Some things in life are out of your control. You can make it a party or a tragedy.

It's hard to resist a bad boy who's a good man.

Love and magic have a great deal in common. they enrich the soul, delight the heart. And they both take practice.

People and relationships never stop being a work in progress

My good fortune is not that I've recovered from mental illness. I have not, nor will I ever. My good fortune lies in having found my life.

I was born in the Bronx, and then my father moved us to the country at an early age.

I'm turning 30 years old this year ... it's better than 20, I'll tell you that. The lessons I've learned.

You will never be admired without being criticized first.

I got really interested in the language used in blogs written by young girls - a young person's aggression, which is always lacking from the visual world.

There's no question that the main location of al Qaeda is in tribal areas of Pakistan.

Once negro community recognize it as such, they can adopt the same measures against the community that harbors the criminals who are responsible for this activity.

When a song comes from a real story and from a real place I think it comes across to people. That's important.

In the hurdles you have ten opportunities to improve; that's what's so cool about it.

This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.