Shakespeare--whetting, frustrating, surprising and gratifying.

For what it's worth, it's never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you're proud of and if you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start over.

You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known—and even that is an understatement.

And in the end, we were all just humans...Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.

Suddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be.

To be kind is more important than to be right. Many times, what people need is not a brilliant mind that speaks but a special heart that listens.

The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want

Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat.

There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.

You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.

The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.

If typos are God's way of keeping a writer humble, plot holes certainly keeps one on their knees.

Sculpture is what you bump into when you back up to see a painting.

Learning how to learn involves examining assumptions. Mulla Nasrudin tales very often fulfil this funcition.

When asked, How do you write? I invariably answer, One word at a time.

Be the love you seek.

When it comes to impending, unavoidable extinction, ignorance is bliss.

I do get a bit of a sense, just from e-mails some people send me, just a little sense of how people in different countries seem to respond differently to certain lines in a song.

I have lots of Scottish blood and know that my family name is Scottish. At my home in the States I have a tartan crest but, unfortunately, I do a terrible Scottish accent.

It is a time when one's spirit is subdued and sad, one knows not why; when the past seems a storm-swept desolation, life a vanity and a burden, and the future but a way to death.

The word 'democracy' and the name of Assad do not blend very well in much of Syria.