We need one another. There's no reason to judge. People are more fragile than you could possibly imagine.

The dream is you never giving up on your story because no one else can play your part.

We are all a people in need. We are not perfect. We are not machines. We make mistakes. We need grace. We need compassion. We need help at times. We need other people. And that's okay.

We don't just live in books awake and dreams asleep. We are living stories, you and I, with dreams inside us undeniable, with love to give and people to walk beside.

Nobody gets to name you. You are not forgettable. You are not replaceable. You are not your pain. You are sacred and special and alive.

What an amazing thing to feel known and loved, to feel understood, to walk through life with another person.

There's room for magic and inspiration. There's room to live a better story.

Love is a thousand things, but at the center is a choice.

So if you feel as if you feel too much, well then you are not alone. May these words find you like a friend.

Don't live only in your head. It's lonely and it's dangerous.

Live with grace and dignity. It's a middle finger to the darkness

Life and death are something everyone will experience. It is living that only few will have embraced

Wanting to cry doesn't mean you can.

A child's temperament appears to play another significant role in the child's own perceptions and worldview.

Good wishes alone will not ensure peace.

Sometimes I feel quite distinctly that what is inside me is not all of me. There is something else, sublime, quite indestructible, some tiny fragment of the Universal spirit.Don't you feel that?

In an adequate social order, the untalented should be able to acquire a sense of usefulness and of growth without interfering with the development of talent around them

New York is a character, all on its own, and whenever you film there, it becomes part of the show. That's just the nature of being there.

A long time ago I learned not to explain things to people. It misleads them into thinking they're entitled to know everything I do. -Sara

I laugh, mirthless, a mad laugh. I savor the scowl on her face, the hate in her eyes. She was like a machine; she was cold and emotionless, bound by logic alone. And I broke her.

Jargon seems to be the place where the right brain and the left brain meet.