I know you aren't perfect. But it's a person's imperfections that make them perfect for someone else.

The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.

For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.

You ought to stop listening to stereotypes and start forming your own opinions.

How many times can our emotions be tied to someone else's - be pulled and stretched and twisted - before they snap? Before they can never be mended again?

I don't believe in fashion. I believe in costume. Life is too short to be same person every day.

Everyone makes mistakes. The important thing is to not make the same mistake twice.

Life isn't about what you get, it's about what you DO with what you get.

I wish friends held hands more often, like the children I see on the streets sometimes. I'm not sure why we have to grow up and get embarrassed about it.

Just because something isn't practical doesn't mean it's not worth creating. Sometimes beauty and real-life magic are enough.

A blank canvas...has unlimited possibilities.

If it doesn't sound insane, I would only talk about you and the only word which would come out of my mouth, will be your name.

Mum used to say we were the same soul split in two and walking around on four legs. It seems unnatural being born together and then dying apart.

I didn't know whether to duck or to run, so I ran.

American high schools have physically imprisoned young people, stripped them of civil liberties and fed them a diet of p.c. pap.

When a place advertises itself as 'World Famous,' you may be sure it isn't.

History is sympathetic to its authors.

One thing I discovered is that the book world is vast. It's easy to walk around the store - even the room with literature and poetry, where I work most often - and feel overwhelmed.

To me the recognition of the audience is part of the filmmaking process. When you make a movie, it's for them.

What it gives any human being a right to - to pick and choose which embryo - which fetus is more valuable than another. That's is not up to human beings.

Lull'd in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are link'd by many a hidden chain; Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise! Each stamps its image as the other flies!