Someone who was just nice didn't remain on your mind an hour after they'd left.

It is neither poor handling nor the weather that turns the pages of a book a fine sepia. It is the reader's imagination.

Ms Rainn, when was the last time you visited a library for the books and not the free Internet it offers?

She lost touch with reality and was dragged into her imagination.

When the imagination takes over, the second hand could be the hour hand to a creator of stories.

The imagination is a wild and dangerous forest that is impossible to know the full might of.

As much as I respect him, he is somewhat of an ignorant fool.

What the future held for spirit, Emily could only imagine.

What could a person like Emily do? Could she possibly satisfy both sides? Or would that only end badly?

Then an argument would ensue because they were men with different ideas.

It was nice meeting you three, and I'm sure under different circumstances it would have been a pleasure.

Don’t miss the opportunity to fly with eagles tomorrow because chickens invited you to run with them today.

To know God is to know yourself!

I don't see myself as a famous person.

He that would live in peace and at ease must not speak all he knows or all he sees.

The ivory tower of the artist may be the only stronghold left for human values, cultural treasures, man’s cult of beauty.

I must always forget how one word is able to pick out another, to manner another, until I have got something I might have said... but did not.

I'm a trisexual. I'll try anything once.

I am close friends with Marina Abamovich, so I love strong, very aggressive political art. She is like a mom who wants to adopt me.

I was running around with two guns on my waist like I was Larry Fishburne or something. I wasn't making no money, I was just running around with two guns like Larry Fishburne.