We could have been happy. I know that, and it is perhaps the hardest thing to know.

The beauty of dystopia is that it lets us vicariously experience future worlds - but we still have the power to change our own.

I realize now how much courage it takes to choose the life you want, whatever that might be.

When we read dystopia, we root for these people to break free because we are these people; hoping and fighting against things that are bigger than ourselves.

Red is the first color of spring. It's the real color of rebirth. Of beginning.

In the end you can't always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go.

Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that.

Every minute you spend with someone gives them a part of your life and takes part of theirs.

It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.

This is a difficult balance, telling the truth: how much to share, how much to keep, which truths will wound but not ruin, which will cut too deep to heal.

Forgetting lets you live without the pain for a moment but remembering hits hard.

There is no development strategy more beneficial to society as a whole - women and men alike - than the one which involves women as central players.

What changed in the United States with Hurricane Katrina was a feeling that we have entered a period of consequences.

The ingenuities we practice in order to appear admirable to ourselves would suffice to invent the telephone twice over on a rainy summer morning.

The ultimate sophistication of subversion is to take over the government, not by unlawful but by lawful means.

I did three or four weeks of work on 'Godzilla' it wasn't a page-one rewrite or anything like that. The term is 'script doctoring,' is what I did on it.

Every angry thought makes it a little easier to get angry the next time, and a little more likely.

Habit is the beneficent harness of routine which enables silly men to live respectfully and unhappy men to live calmly

The chains of a slave are broken the moment he considers himself a free man.

To love is to tilt with the lightning, two bodies routed by a single honey's sweet.

Even though it was the 70s, we found old stocks of clothes that had never been worn from the 50s and took them apart. I started to teach myself how to make clothes from that kind of formula.