She would keep playing the role of the winner as long as the audience believed her.

The man she wanted existed only in the romantic novels she was reading. She had met him. But he would never meet her.

A shrink and a patient switching places. Who is REALLY the boss?

A shrink and a patient in a love-hate relationship. Who is REALLY the boss?

Debt . . . . that peculiar nexus where money, narrative or story, and religious belief intersect, often with explosive force.

To help others, will be rewarded

She owned my eyes. From the moment I saw her. They found purchase on any bit of her that was visible.

Play is always voluntary. What might otherwise be play is work if it's forced.

The thing that I like about the way characters are written on the show these days is that nobody's perfect. Everyone has made a lot of mistakes and bad choices.

You’re a peach full of poison, you know that?" Mosca snapped back, but could not quite keep a hint of admiration from her tone.

A factory worker at an assembly line, who can learn their job in 5 minutes, can get bored fairly easily, and disengage completely.

I think that's all a form of wanting to let go, of wanting to get out... It's not something easily described or understood.

I love being in London because it means I am breathing the same air as the Queen.

No decisions should ever be made without asking the question, is this for the common good?