The end came as dusk fell on a gloomy winter day of cold rain.

Was it always to be like this? she wondered. A moment of joy followed by a new sorrow?

But things change, people change, Gaby. Otherwise what would be the point of living?

Well, memory can play tricks. Most people, I think, tend to remember the good rather than the bad when someone close to them dies.

I'm like my mother, she thought, I search my joy for signs of sorrow ahead.

Death wasn't a movie where the pretty star faded away with a touch of pale makeup and every hair in place.

I can't abide people who go soft over animals and then cheat every human they come across!

What do you think is the problem? You’re a cute kid-­‐uh, guy. Man. You’re a cuteman.

Hard to find and even harder to listen to

They are the most painful tears in the world ... the tears of the aged ... for they come from dried beds where the emotions have long burned low.

All you need is a pool table, beer, an electric jukebox and good conversation. The day a girl beats me in a game of Beirut [a kind of beer pong] is a good sign!

I was always very physical, growing up, and did sports. I like to get out and do different things, and walk in different shoes. I like change. I like challenge.

If you look at the way people behave at shows, icons are now musicians; they are the people that we worship.

It's very rare that publications double their frequency.

And the first commandment of feminism is: I am woman; thou shalt not tolerate strange gods who assert that women have capabilities or often choose roles that are different from men's.

Fight the power that be. Fight the power.