We're enveloped in pitch black. "Wait here, " I whisper."Are you getting your ax?""Handcuffs.""Kinky. But, okay, I'll try it.

A blank canvas...has unlimited possibilities.

Phones are distracting. The internet is distracting.The way he looked at you? He wasn't distracted. He was consumed.

St. Clair clears his throat. 'My fiancée and I are headed out for a celebratory dessert. I'd ask you all to join us, but I don't want you there.

I don't know what I believe. I guess that makes me a Christmas Tree Agnostic.

I doubted myself, and that made me doubt you. But you weren’t the problem. You were never the problem. I should have trusted you, but I didn’t, because I couldn’t trust myself.

Confidence, darling." He leans across the table and touches a finger to my cheek. "You could learn something from me, you know.

I laugh, and it sounds like I've been sucking helium.

The way he looked at you? He wasn’t distracted. He was consumed.

Well, bloody noses." I hug his coat tighter. "Those are definitely hot.

I don't know what I want to do, or who I want to be, or where I want to live. It's like everyone else has their entire future mapped out except for me.

I saw a picture of myself when I came out of the hospital. I didn't recognize myself.

Looking for work sounds almost as bad as finding it.

Actors are just entertainers, even the serious ones. That's all an actor is. He's like a serious Bruce Forsyth.

Stumbling upon the next great invention in an 'ah-ha!' moment is a myth.

Our lives are programmed at conception and are endowed with purpose and meaning.

A thankful heart is not only the greatest virtue, but the parent of all the other virtues. [Lat., Gratus animus est una virtus non solum maxima, sed etiam mater virtutum onmium reliquarum.]

Bad news is just an excuse.

I paint life as I would like it to be.

It is so important to balance orthodoxy with orthopraxy.

I'm often asked, 'Where do you get your ideas?' ...It's like asking, 'Where do you find air to breathe?' Ideas are all around you.