Every once in a while when I get a migraine, I like to think, "Who hates me today?"

You know you're screwed when a Western doctor recommends acupuncture.

I think what can be most shameful or embarrassing is when our bodies broadcast a secret we'd prefer no one to know. This is why I hate rashes, in particular face rashes.

We want to believe we couldn't be replaced, and that the people we love are irreplaceable.

No matter what you wear, not everyone is going to understand what you're saying.

I surround myself with women who inspire me to be more ambitious, and who constantly astonish me with their magnetism, style, and smarts.

I wouldn't be myself if I weren't always trying to be someone else. I only have so much time on this earth and I want to be as many people as possible.

I spend far too much time on eBay buying lamps and upholstery remnants.

I've subsequently become conscious of MAKING MEMORIES. Which makes me sound like a scrapbooker.

I am simply looking for a companion with whom to spend my days, a companion who will cherish as much as I the stupidity of living in the moment, and spend every dull, amazing second with me.

It's fascinating to imagine two successful writers in one house. But when you think about it, it isn't very unusual. In fact, so many writers have writer spouses.

You will not be able to effectively utilize your inherited wealth if you do not work diligently

...stories that rise from deep suffering can provide the most potent remedies for past, present, and even future ills.

The most amazing journey on earth is the journey of oneself.

Everything opens a new door, a book opens a new door, facts open a new door. So choose your favourite thing and I promise it will open a door.

I feel helpless, hopeless, too low to call out, too weak to think. Impotent tears dribble down.

Alas, the world has never known a sound social fabric, a fabric sound and clean to the core and kindly. For it has ever turned its back on Man.

You can choose, don't confuse, win or lose, it's up to you.

When someone covets something they desire and lust over it.Usually it's something they can't have. You've always had that problem.

Nature I'll court in her sequester'd haunts, By mountain, meadow, streamlet, grove, or cell; Where the pois'd lark his evening ditty chants, And health, and peace, and contemplation dwell.

Like a dull actor now, I have forgot my part, and I am out, Even to a full disgrace.