That's one of the great thing about writing is that you get to be in someone's head.

You go to new places and it opens your eyes to different things you haven't seen before. Everything from colors, to silhouettes, to patterns - it just comes from everywhere.

I almost exclusively wear skinny jeans. I'm terrified of any other cut of denim.

Some people are willing to betray years of friendship just to get a little bit of the spotlight.

During holiday parties I end up recycling a lot of my cocktail dresses and just wearing a layering piece, like a blazer and tights, with it.

A true friend is someone who never gets tired listening to your pointless drama over and over again.

you never make the same mistake twice. the second time you make it, it is no longer a mistake. it is a choice

Like everybody and trust no one.

I think that it's really nice to learn that makeup is different for every person. Everyone has a different feature on their face that they like to show off.

Life isn't an Island, you have to have other people in your life.

You can waste so much energy trying to make everyone happy, but at the end of the day it's impossible to please everyone, so you just need to focus on what makes you happy.

It costs me never a stab nor squirm / To tread by chance upon a worm. / Aha, my little dear, / I say, Your clan will pay me back one day.

Success comes from people (leaders) who are motivated by the change, not who need to be motivated by the change.

The laws governed people’s happiness. To be lawless was to be happy.

Catty is not cool. I can't think of anything less becoming than a man who talks about people behind their backs.

There's something about the Strat's shape that is at once masculine and feminine

Christ can very well stand as an heroic figure. The hero need not be of wisdom all compounded. Also he is not wholly to blame for the religion that's been foisted on to him.

Ah, beer, my one weakness. My Achille's heel, if you will.

Too often we attempt to work for God to the limit of our incompetency, rather than to the limit of God's omnipotency.

The Smythe-Smith musicale. Thankfully, it came around just once per year, because Hyacinth was quite certain it would take a full twelve months for her ears to recover.

All of our saddest songs have somewhere in them at least a glimmer of resolve - Street Spirit has no resolve. It is the dark tunnel without the light at the end.