It's a lonely place. Sometimes it's the loneliest place in the world.

Never did she find anything so difficult as to keep herself from losing her temper when she was suddenly disturbed while absorbed in a book.

She did not care very much for other little girls, but if she had plenty of books she could console herself.

There is nothing so nice as supposing. It's almost like being a fairy. If you suppose anything hard enough it seems as if it were real.

The mere fact that Lottie had come and gone away again made things seem a little worse-just as perhaps prisoners feel a little more desolate after visitors come and go, leaving them behind.

Why, we are just the same - I am only a little girl like you. It's just an accident that I am not you, and you are not me!

The wind considers how trauma is - in essence - just a memory that violates previous memories too barbarically, an event that devastatingly conflicts against everything else one knows.

The visit, like all visits home for a long time now, has been an obscure failure. When is it we cease to be able to go back, truly go back? What secret door is it that closes?

I want to be dictator.

All progress comes from the creative minority.

Politics and acting are very closely tied. The job is to convince.

I have a notebook with me all the time, and I begin scribbling a few words. When things are going well, the walk does not get anywhere; I finally just stop and write.

My own mentality is that I've retired. They send me these scripts and if I absolutely have to do it, then I go to work.

CEOs will struggle to keep themselves and their companies current, relevant, and ahead of the curve.

Every time I'm home from tour I try to write some new songs, but it can get really hard trying to keep up with normal life, I always get so behind.