Death... The moment, sometime in the future, when your name is spoken for the last time.

Among all the creatures of creation, the gods favor us: We are the only ones who can empathize with their problems.

Since we live in the heads of those who remember us, we lose control of our lives and become who they want us to be.

It is only through us that God lives. When we abandon him, he dies.

All creation necessarily ends in this: Creators, powerless, fleeing from the things they have wrought.

Everything that creates itself upon the backs of smaller scales will by those same scales be consumed.

The sky was dark blue twilight, pretty to look at but lonely to walk under.

There may be little or much beyond the grave But the strong are saying nothing until they see.

It’s not the job of an actor to judge your character.

I want a private life, I truly do. I'm not just pretending to want one like lots of celebrities.

I was crazily, deeply, incredibly, joyously, terrifiedly in love.

What are you afraid of? I'm afraid of not recognizing Paradise.

We've never been in a time where mothers - parenthood, but particularly motherhood - is so fetishized.

Every person who wins in any undertaking must be willing to burn his ships and cut all sources of retreat.

My mind works like Google for images. You put in a key word; it brings up pictures. See language for me narrates the pictures in my mind.

All beauty comes from beautiful blood and a beautiful brain.