When real people fall down in life, they get right back up and keep on walking.

Seasons change. So do cities. People come into your life and people go, but it's comforting to know: the ones you love are always in your heart. And if you're very lucky, a plane ride away.

That's the thing about needs. Sometimes when you get them met, you don't need them anymore.

Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives? Perhaps, if we never veered off course, we wouldn't fall in love or have babies or be who we are.

I really enjoy women and I totally understand and applaud the diversity that they have in terms of their emotions and intellects and vulnerability and strengths.

People pull away from something if it's not of good taste. People lean into something if it's okay.

Here's what happens - you create something in the moment that you feel will be good, and then... people's reactions to it or people referencing it years later, it's a compliment.

Nothing else exists when art does.

I don't wear a watch. How do I know my time? I find that someone will always tell me.

Every character when born is a stereotype.

I always like a good math solution to any love problem.

I did not throw 'The Shepherd Boy Sings in the Valley of Humiliation' at the audience. I threw it at the elocution mistress. I meant to cast it at her feet, but I missed.

He was a glass half full kind of person and she was...what? The glass is going to break before you can even pour kind of person. Yikes.

I love change, and I love changing my hair. But it was strange to look in the mirror and think 'Who is this girl?'

But didn't you say you were satisfied with your life?" "Word games," I dismissed. "Every army needs a flag.

The idea of stardom was difficult to grasp. It was like being schizophrenic; there was her, the woman on television, and the real me.

My campaign filed the bill back in 2002 in the Democratic legislature, 85% Democratic, they could have prevented any possibility of a split vote.

In fact I'm in too much of a mental muddle to know where I am - an idealist or not. I'm a mere man of letters, and I do what I can with those subjects.

There is no safer feeling than the comfort of sheltering from life's storms in the harbor of friendship.

May I respond by merely saying, "I hate crocs. May they please go away."

I wish you well and so I take my leave, I Pray you know me when we meet again.