I’m trying to accept where I’m at, not run from it.

Just remember, you can do anything you set your mind to, but it takes action, perseverance, and facing your fears.

I believe people are in our lives for a reason. We're here to learn from each other.

People generally treat me like I'm very intelligent and really, I'm much less intelligent than she is. Scully is insanely intelligent.

I hope everyone that is reading this is having a really good day. And if you are not, just know that in every new minute that passes you have an opportunity to change that.

Let's stop being so damn judgemental & crucifying everyone who doesn't fit into our boxed-in perceptions of what is right.

I was a good liar as a child.

Well, it seems to me that the best relationships-the ones that last-are frequently the ones that are rooted in friendship.

I wouldn't say I'm normal. But I'm relatively stable. When I think of normal, I think of mediocrity, and mediocrity scares the f--- out of me.

I truly believe that we can overcome any hurdle that lies before us and create the life we want to live. I have seen it happen time and time again.

It is not a matter of being fearless. The fear is sometimes constant, but it's about moving forward regardless of the fear. Courage means feeling the fear and doing it anyway.

This moment will never ever come back, so create a memory and hold it tight.

The head which does not turn backwards towards horizons that have vanished contains neither thought nor love.

It could draw from a greater reservoir of freedom. The irony could develop an even greater ease.

I regret not the things I have done, only those I have yet to do.

I don’t think the United States has done anything whatsoever to merit any criticism by the British.

I am not wrong: Wrong is not my name

UCLA acknowledged this shift by bringing in Alex Haley (the co-author of The Autobiography of Malcolm X) and Eldridge Cleaver (Soul on Ice) as speakers.

My son wants to be Batman and he wants the Batman costume that comes in the mail. It has fake muscles in it, which is very disconcerting on a four-year-old.

It is an old dream: To travel on the back of a benevolent sea beast down to some secret underwater garden.

As a writer, one is obliged to release her words, to let them live in the world on their own.