They can only kill us once.

Author says her father was so diplomatic that when people came to him for solutions, people not only accepted them, but they believed they thought of them.

The madness of an autumn prairie cold front coming through...ringing throughout the house was an alarm bell that no one but Alfred and Enid could hear directly.

It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on, coughing and searching, and finding.

Each day the sun kisses the day goodnight yet no two days are alike.

The poor manufacture the engines of their own destruction, but it's the rich who sell them.

I think I definitely enjoy recording, but I think it's more fun to go out and perform live, because it's like instant gratification, you know? You feel the response immediately.

There is no such thing as death.

I've read stories that are set in a celebrity's house, and you know where it is and what it looks like and what's inside it, and that's not something I want anyone to know.

It's so crazy in Hollywood.

If you want to make a lot of money, resist diversification.

He who does a kindness to an ungrateful person, sets his seal to a flint and sows his seed upon the sand; on the former he makes no impression, and from the latter finds no product.