I like playing with a popular cliché and making it my own by half-embracing it, half-disemboweling it.

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.

There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough.

A good newspaper, I suppose, is a nation talking to itself.

This land needed a sword forged in the hottest of fires to regain what was lost...and you are that sword.

Every ghost has a story. Monsters are nothing without mythology.

If love is a battlefield and we all get scars....These were my reminders…my necessary thorns.

Never look down to test the ground before taking your next step; only he who keeps his eye fixed on the far horizon will find the right road.

Wherever progress is to ensue, deviating natures are of greatest importance.

I think that loyalty surpasses the peril that we're all in.

I don't leave London, really, and I don't do theatre, because I want to put the kids to bed.

Men tighten the knot of confusion Into perfect misunderstanding.