CANDY: I learned long ago not to give a flying f*ck what strangers thought about me. H*ll, I only mildly care what my friends think. Life is too short to stress others’ opinions.

When superstitions enter the world of imagination, then intelligence and science become fiction.

what red lips you have," he said in her ear. Did she dare say it? "All the better to kiss you with, my dear," she replied. And then their lips met.

Remember, someone, somewhere in some corner of this somewhat big world, is out there crying if you're unhappy and is happy if you are! And you know who that someone is!

My mother had always told her kids: if you're about to do something, and you want to know if it's a bad idea, imagine seeing it printed in the paper for all the world to see.

It's vital to learn how to make the best of things.

Adopt the standard of perfection, because it is a perfect universe.

I may be a lifelong 'downtowner,' but Central Park really is the most amazing and the most beautiful part of New York City.

It's a pity to shoot the pianist when the piano is out of tune.

He that will write well in any tongue must follow this counsel of Aristotle: to speak as the common people do, to think as wise men do.

If I am proud of anything, it is that I have been granted the privilege of living in the land which God promised our forefathers to give us, as it is written.