Brit: What's your major? Alex: Chemistry. And yours? Brit: Chemistry. Kiss me so we can see if we still have it. 'Cause you own my heart, my soul, and everything else in between.

Does she realize she looks like a sunflower, ready to rain sunlight on all who look down upon her?

But wishes are only granted in fairy tales.

Look at me, chica." When she does, I repeat, "Eres hermosa." "What does it mean?" "You're beautiful.

One of the things that makes me who I am is the loyalty I have to people I hold close to my heart.

I don't belong here. It doesn't matter, because even if I don't belong in this place, she's here and I want to be where she is.

You know about fixing cars, you're athletic, and you know when to shut up." "That last one isn't a skill." "Honey, trust me. It's a skill.

You’re dangerous,” he says. “Why?” “Because you make me believe in the impossible

being afraid to take chances is scarier than actually doing things that challenge you.

Expectations make people miserable, so whatever yours are, lower them. You'll definitely be happier.

You are the one girl that made me risk eveything for a future worth having.

When you come to the edge of all that you know, you must believe one of two things: either there will be ground to stand on, or you will be given wings to fly.

The universal law is very simple, but we look at it in a complex way.

I'm not much of a challenge here in the dark.

Art criticism everywhere is now at a low ebb, intellectually corrupt, swamped in meaningless jargon, distorted by political correctitudes, anxiously addressed only to other critics and their ilk.

I write whatever shows up. That's good enough for me. I'm part of the first generation that wants to still do original material and not tour around as an oldies act.

I'm very blessed that I get to dabble in both music and movies, and as long as people are willing to accept me in both roles, I'll be there.

History is not going to look kindly on us if we just keep our head in the sand on armed autonomous robotics issue because it sounds too science fiction.

That which builds is better than that which is built.

Matthew and Luke handle the problem differently, by deciding that Jesus must have been born in Bethlehem after all. But they get him there by different routes.

Being in Hollywood is like being in the Christian right these days.