Then she said, with piteous defiance, "If I could love her, the Good Lord could, and he won't be too hard on an old lady who didn't have an easy life.

And when he got home he started on Mumma. He hated her then, because in her fatness and untidiness and drabness she reminded him of what he himself was when he was sober.

You’re not his, ” Bryan said firmly. “Bry, I don’t know whose I am anymore.

Don't forget to pause and nourish yourself a bit along the way. When you're born to help others sometimes you forget to help yourself.

Belief is at best an educated, informed conjecture about Reality.

Happiness is in the taste and not in the things themselves we are happy from possessing what we like not from possessing what others like.

Life is a horse: either you ride it or it rides you.

The eagle may soar, but the weasel never gets sucked into a jet engine.

Whenever he looks at me with those big brown eyes, I feel like giving him a nut,” she said. She even started calling the squirrels running around in the park Mr. Whitmans.

Cinema has become a global economy, totally international.

My goal is to be myself, and to challenge stereotypes, and to follow the rules, and break them, and make new rules. It's not about doing something that's already been done. That would be silly.

Memories... images and precious thoughts that shall not die and cannot be destroyed.