She stops speaking, but I can hear her silent sobs. They’re the loudest thing I’ve ever heard.

Family is never really gone.

It’s all in my mind.I’m in my right mind now, and my right mind is crazy."You need to wake up, Ella."The words are a command I cannot obey.

And this is what she wants to do to people. Let them have their own lives, until she wants them. Give them the strength of giants, but not the power to control it.

As soon as I say the words, I know they were the right ones. My eyes dip down to Dad’s memorial plaque. Truth doesn’t lie in the heart of fortune… it’s under Triumph Towers, where the labs are.

And I try to remember if this happened before, because this is a memory I would want to keep.But there is no echo of it in my mind.

We are, at least in part, who we remember ourselves to be. Take away our memories, and you take away our selves.

It was to apologize, and apologizing means he remembers what happened, and that means being trapped in a nightmare that’s already come true.

I have no emotions. I just stand there, in the rubble of my life.This… this was my home. If it were a person, this would be a gaping chest wound, the kind no one can recover from.

I have emotions, ” I whisper. I am nothing but a black hole of emotions.

I cannot imagine a more perfect hell than being trapped inside my own mind.

We think because we have words, not the other way around. The more words we have, the better able we are to think conceptually.

Any food that requires enhancing by the use of chemical substances should in no way be considered a food.

My advice to everyone is find something that you love to do and you are passionate about. Because if you're not passionate about something, it's very difficult to be dedicated to it.

Working myself into a position of total versatility, so that I can do anything I want to do at the time I want to do it. Whether I do it or not is another question.

We stand a better chance with aristocracy, whether hereditary or elective, than with monarchy.

There are answers which, in turning away wrath, only send it to the other end of the room.

Faire language grates not the tongue.

Too much is written by the men who can't write about the men who do write.

In my office, I have framed album covers by Dottie West, Connie Smith, Tammy, Dolly, Loretta and Jessi Colter.

Even a room which must be dark needs at least a crack of light to know how dark it is.