it's a fine moon', she repeated

Unclose your mind. You are not a prisoner. You are a bird in flight, searching the skies for dreams.

I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.

No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.

Say it before you run out of time. Say it before it's too late. Say what you're feeling. Waiting is a mistake.

I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world. I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.

But if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn’t it?

The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time.

When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.

When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.

Written words are divine footprints on earth.

Bed rest and a large steaming mug of hot chocolate. I always find that cheers me up.

The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools.

We just see a sort of cascading amount of data of the damage that is being done by those increased temperatures.

I'm enjoying 40. Old enough to know better, young enough not to care.

If I know what my finale is when I'm writing a screenplay, then I don't always have to chart out every scene before that. I can adequately find my way. I'm experienced enough to do that.

Is it not strange that mankind should so willingly battle for religion and so unwillingly live according to its precepts?

Once upon a time freedom used to be life-now it's money. I guess the world really do change.

Harriet Tubman, woman of earth, whipscarred, a summoning, a shinning

I see no constitutional problems with the identification, staving off and defusing of outside threats.