Do you want to know something about tyrants? When faced with death, they weep and they beg just like the rest of us.

Our spirit is mightier than the filth of our memories.

Do you love me?’ he asked instead. ‘Because if you don’t, I’d wait until you did. I’d wait weeks and months and years.

Phaedra of Alonso’s death was a never-ending pain that gnawed at his insides. It made him a prisoner in his own cottage.

In the games of queens and kings, we leave our dreams at the door and we make do with what we have. Sometimes if we’re fortunate, we still manage to have a good life.

In the end, the sum of my vices is all me.

Because today, I think I'm leaning on the side of wonder.

Phaedra looked across the water and her eyes met Lucian’s. Their needs came second. It came from the privilege of being tr

Lucian's father had warned him to fear idle men. Without the pride gained from a good day's work, they were left to their vices and the doubts that crowded their head. Their hatred. Their envy.

I determine my own worth. If I had to rely on others, I'd have lain down and died waiting.

I've wept enough in my life. I have no tears left.

In Indian Country, ” he says, “we have a different sense of time. I’m learning and you’re learning—and more will.

We had a kid. The kid was awesome. She didn't fall asleep easily. We complained about it. We got frustrated. But we didn't look for an out. We just accepted that this was part of parenting.

There is a world of communication which is not dependent on words.

My hopes are not always realized, but I always hope.

Every thought should recall the ruin of a smile.

Often people with fine countenances and fit bodies were mistakenly assumed by others to have the brains to match.

Success has many fathers, failure many sons.

Just balancing all the different projects, I mean I spent almost 10 years just doing Nasty Gal and I say "just" but that was a lot, and it's still a lot.