Without emotional response, love is an act of self-deceiving self-satisfaction by an unsatisfied self.

Let your action manifest your thought, your belief and your passion.

We are masters of our characters and in turn, slaves of their outgrowth.

Only in Xanth would parents see a dragon looming over their children and depart with confidence.

You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocket ship underpants don't help.

There had to be one universe — just this one — where we don’t end up together. Here and now just happens to be it.

Sometimes I'm fascinated with how famous my work could be while I'm not so famous.

You can't escape the past in Paris, and yet what's so wonderful about it is that the past and present intermingle so intangibly that it doesn't seem to burden.

It was the time of year, the time of day, for a small insistent sadness to pass into the texture of things. Dusk, silence, iron chill. Something lonely in the bone.

We hate virtue when it is safe; when removed from our sight we diligently seek it. [Lat., Virtutem incolumem odimus, Sublatum ex oculis quaerimus.]

I think it is important to remind people of the extent of our free will.

I want to become the SHINee that will exist in your hearts and be remembered forever

If you do not have boundaries, you do not have a path.