The second episode of any new show can be tough. You have about a week to top the well-crafted and polished pilot episode that was written over six months.

Seasons change. So do cities. People come into your life and people go, but it's comforting to know: the ones you love are always in your heart. And if you're very lucky, a plane ride away.

That's the thing about needs. Sometimes when you get them met, you don't need them anymore.

Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives? Perhaps, if we never veered off course, we wouldn't fall in love or have babies or be who we are.

I really enjoy women and I totally understand and applaud the diversity that they have in terms of their emotions and intellects and vulnerability and strengths.

People pull away from something if it's not of good taste. People lean into something if it's okay.

Here's what happens - you create something in the moment that you feel will be good, and then... people's reactions to it or people referencing it years later, it's a compliment.

Nothing else exists when art does.

I don't wear a watch. How do I know my time? I find that someone will always tell me.

Every character when born is a stereotype.

I always like a good math solution to any love problem.

A wise servant is better than a foolish ruler.

ING is ending for something which continue and continue...So Morning - Continue - Start AfterNoon - The Middle - Almost finish Night - The ENd - Finish

No one can see very clearly inside the heavy fog, no one but the fog himself!

Sometimes the best course in the search for the meaning of life is to busy yourself until you forget that you don't know the meaning of life

Even if you do learn to speak correct English, whom are you going to speak it to?

We're phonies if we're not exactly who we are.

Fifty percent of people want to sleep with me, and the other 50 percent want to kill me.

Apparently, despite my awareness of its pejorative connotation, procrastinating is something I fall victim to quite frequently. I'm not proud of it; I'm just being honest.

A human being survives by his ability to forget. Memory is always ready to blot out the bad and retain only the good.

Gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it and sets it light.