I’m still afraid to sleep—too many ghosts peering creeping condemning.

This is the tragedy of knowing my fate: I have seen how it ends, and I will walk right into it, and nothing will change.

Clinical, brilliantly medical-minded Adam believes in fate. A fate with Fia.

I lie constantly. All the time. I’m nothing but one big mass of lies.

I chose him. If I chose him, he had to be the right choice. I wouldn’t love him if it weren’t right.

We change the future with every choice we make,

James is all I have. I chose James. He has to be right. Please let him be right.

Probably you should stay out of my head. It’s not a friendly place.

I have to trust that, or I’ll lose my mind. Well, lose it more.

Crazy must run in your family, ” he says.“You do know Fia!” I blurt, then bite my lip.

I’ll be fine. I’m always fine.

Stop rehearsing life's failures. Use your beautiful imagination to visualize success.

People come up to me all the time in New York. Not for autographs, but to talk about movies, often in a very scientific way.

You're going to end up with a government in Egypt that is concerned about the precious Palestinians, the same way we ought to be concerned about both precious Palestinians and precious Jews.

You can lead a horticulture, but you can't make her think.

No one can teach your child like you can. No nanny, Bible school teacher, aunt, or uncle has your authority. What a phenomenal privilege is yours.

Home is not where you were born; home is where all your attempts to escape cease.

Our only objective at the start of the season was to stay in this league and we should do that. If we don't it'll be the Devon Loch of all Devon Lochs.

The right attitude is this: that I have my own will, yet I will the will of God.

What! All this for a song?