Whatever education I got was from experience and reading. But I also realize I wouldn't pass my friend's sixth-grade class.

I don't know what my version of a relationship or marriage is yet, because the typical model seems a little broken to me.

I like to do weird things in the shower, like drink my coffee, brush my teeth and drink a smoothie. It's good time management.

I don't believe that life is linear. I think of it as circles - concentric circles that connect.

I want to be like water. I want to slip through fingers, but hold up a ship.

Everything's connected, and everything has meaning if you look for it.

There was a weird, innate kind of understanding between me and Christina (Ricci). A psychic told us we were sisters in a past life.

Listen, I've always been very headstrong.

Is there anything better than making a kid laugh?

I love things that are old and beautiful and tell a story, even if it's a sad one.

There was a sense of being taken on a journey by the grandmaster of the road trip. You feel this weird angel taking you somewhere. You don't know where, but you trust him.

She slid on the helmet. "Thanks, Prince Charming." "Huh?" "You know, Cinderella, " she said. "The prince had her slipper and you had my helmet...

Young men list music as their focus and means of identity -- before sport, before TV, before cinema -- while women cite fashion as most important, with music an ambivalent second.

When people love and recite the Rosary they find it makes them better.

It is easy to kill individuals but you cannot kill the ideas.

If you're passing the buck, don't ask for change.

Nothing is so dangerous as an ignorant friend; a wise enemy is worth more. [Fr., Rien n'est si dangereux qu'un ignorant ami; Mieux vaudrait un sage ennemi.]

Who knows not Circe, The daughter of the Sun , whose charmed cup Whoever tasted, lost his upright shape, And downward fell into a groveling swine?

I am lucky. I am fortunate. I found the love of my life.

More than any of us, she had written her own story; yet she could not wash it out with all her tears, return to her victims what she had torn from them, and by so doing, save herself.

Also, what mountains of dead ashes, wreck and burnt bones, does assiduous pedantry dig up from the past time and name it History.