She is not perfect. You are not perfect. The question is whether or not you are perfect for each other

No matter what people tell you, words and ideas can change the world.

I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It's not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel all alone.

I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy because they know what it's like to feel absolutely worthless and they don't want anyone else to feel like that.

If women ran the world, we wouldn't have wars, just intense negotiations every 28 days.

Why do they call it "rush hour" when nothing moves?

Don't associate yourself with toxic people. It's better to be alone and love yourself than surrounded by people that make you hate yourself.

Politics: Poli a Latin word meaning many and tics meaning bloodsucking creatures.

Cocaine is God's way of telling you you are making too much money.

Real loss is only possible when you love something more than you love yourself.

You're only given a little spark of madness. You mustn't lose it.

We are all, he says, the sport of destiny. Ah, but not quite. Destiny is an intelligent force, moving with purpose.

Shine brightly, so you can help those who have not found their path a way through the darkness.

A woman's intuition is better than a man's. Nobody knows anything, really, you know, and a woman can guess a good deal nearer than a man.

There are some things that you can fulfil with money, but at the end of the day these are not the things that make you happy. It is the small things that make life good.

Three courses open lie to wealth, to give, enjoy, or lose, Who shrinketh from the former two, perforce the third doth choose.

Globalization has altered the dynamics in the White House, as well as between the White House and the Treasury.

Shakespeare is the true multicultural author. He exists in all languages. He is put on the stage everywhere. Everyone feels that they are represented by him on the stage.

[Chicago]: This vicious, stinking zoo, this mean-grinning, mace-smelling boneyard of a city: an elegant rockpile of a monument to everything cruel and stupid and corrupt in the human spirit.

I remember preparing for my audition on the plane to L.A. — I was drawing all these weird vampire pictures and I am sure the gorgeous ladynext to me thought I was very odd.

The Victorians had not been anxious to go away for the weekend. The Edwardians, on the contrary, were nomadic.