Do you really want me to show you how you're pushing me, Tessnia? What you do to me?

I will not let them harm you. I will protect you 'till my last breath.

One day, you’ll fall for somebody. At first, you’ll fight it, because you won’t understand. But when you do, Tess, you’ll know that he’s the one--the one you would die for.

Now remember, they say if two people go together to visit the Taj Mahal, that means they will always be together. Are you ready for that?""Guess I'm stuck with you then.

Let me make it clear. There will be no repeat of that night. Absolutely not! Not ever, do you understand?” "Who are you trying to convince, Tessnia? Me or you?

Please don't look for me. You won't find me.

You know, nice guys finish last, don't you?""I guess I'll finish last.

Be careful, if I didn't know better, I would think you're sounding jealous.""Good thing you know better.

What chilling blows we suffer-thanks to our conflicting wills-whenever we show these mortal men some kindness.

I hope that you will learn to take responsibility for your decisions. Don't take counsel of your fears.

If we were motivated by money, we would have sold the company a long time ago and ended up on a beach.

The best of our fiction is by novelists who allow that it is as good as they can give, and the worst by novelists who maintain that they could do much better if only the public would let them.

Successful and unsuccessful people do not vary greatly in their abilities. They vary in their desires to reach their potential.

The life and death of a human being is so exquisitely calibrated as to automatically produce union with Spirit.

If you say that you're all about a certain something, and look back and see that the choices that you've made don't reflect that, then there's something for you to look at.

For me the best part about the racing is to let all your aggression - whatever you've got inside you - out on the bike and just attack everything at all possible times.

I love going to black churches, and I love some of these black preachers. The best preacher I ever saw in my life was a 93-year-old in a black church in Hamilton, Virginia. What a preacher!

I think if I had just slowed down a little bit it could have a little easier. I multiplied how difficult it needed to be instead of just saying, fair enough. You don't have to make it hard.