Happy endings are all I can do. I wouldn't know how to write anything else.

She was petite, small in that way that made a man want to slay dragons.

You always get more respect when you don't have a happy ending.

Society is capricious and rewards the bad as often as the good. But it never rewards the quiet.

I had to do something," she said. "I couldn't just sit and wait for life to happen to me any longer.

I vow to spend the rest of my life keeping your hands and feet warm.

I don't know whether to toss you through that window or shake your hand and say 'Well done'" Henry said in a tired voice.

sometimes there are reasons for our fears that we can’t quite explain. Sometimes it’s just something we feel in our bones, something we know to be true, but would sound foolish to anyone else.

She hated that she was still so desperate for a glimpse of him, but it had been this way for years.

James - "Are you paying attention or just trying to make me look like an idoit?" Elizabeth - "Oh, I'm definately paying attention. If you look like an idiot it has nothing to do with me.

Sometimes Hen...I think I would give my life just for one of your smiles.

I am roots in the earth. I am water that flows. I am grounded. I am Watcher.

[On her recently widowed father's much younger wife:] My father has been very busy in conjugating the verb to love, and I assure you he declines its moods and tenses inimitably.

There's always world enough and time.

I have my own production company called Urban Dreams.

The idea of goodies and baddies has always fascinated me, and what people consider to be a goodie or a baddie, because I've never seen any of my characters as baddies.

I am obligated to and will pay hundreds of millions of dollars in taxes to the United States government.

Those in powerless positions aren't about to complain about bullying bosses, abusive supervisors or corrupt co-workers. There is no safe way to do so and no process that promises redress.

Memory does not make films, it makes photographs.

I never come away from a film thinking I nailed it.

Is there not a sort of remorse that precedes sin? Was it remorse at the very fact that I existed?