Was it fate? Was it destiny?""I think it was Alan Blunt.

Sometimes it's the tiniest things that can mean the difference between life and death.

I don't know what I'd do without you. There's no one else to look after me. And it's not just that. I sometimes think you're the only person who really knows me. I only feel normal when I'm with you.

You must have been going very fast.""I was, until I hit the fence.

P.T.S.D. doesn't make you weak. It makes you a survivor.

I do not spoil women. ... I don't send them flowers and gifts. . . . I'm saving those gestures until I am an unpleasant old man who must resort to bribery to win a woman's synthetic affections.

The Pursuit of Happiness: It sure seems to like a good chase, doesn't it?

Everyone has the right to tell the truth about her own life.

Obviously if you are an accountant, a criminal lawyer, a president, or a senator, or if you work in a funeral parlor, you have to wear a tie, but more and more people are wearing very casual clothes.

All other things to their destruction draw, Only our love hath no decay.

I'm nothing more than what you actually see, but I am also the complete opposite.

The mundane use of the Gayatri, its repetition for healing the sick, illustrates the meaning we have given to prayer.

The cuss am I? Are you cussing with me?

I threw so hard I thought my arm would fly right off my body.