It's just odd being a guest at the wedding. When you dreamed about it for so long, even if you we're a different person, and it was years ago. Sounds so stupid. I was stupid.

Everyone's allowed to be in love with the wrong person at some point. In fact, it's a mistake not to be.

WHY did she do this? She was a terrible drunk texter. All the things she wanted to say to people during the day came out at night, like a vampire.

To know yourself is to know where you're from

She had lost him. Lost him because she'd let him go. And she could not allow herself to regret that decision.

She was different. She liked hearing it, because she wanted to recall just enough of it to remember that she never wanted to go back to being the person she'd been before.

Elle wondered if he had regrets. But she didn't let herself wonder for too long. She had locked her heart up against him, and it would take something extraordinarily strong to break it open.

A writer is a world trapped in a person.

The snake which cannot cast its skin has to die. As well the minds which are prevented from changing their opinions

Nothing closes doors as quickly as constant bad humor, reclamation, whining. Nobody wants to associate themselves with losers.

Not thou, White rose, but thy Ensanguined sister is The dear companion of my heart's Shed blood.

Never give up and never give in. The truth always finds a way to be told.

And the General regrets the night.

There is nothing that one can say about acting, writing, producing or directing that cannot be revoked in the next breath. Nothing is immutable. The logic of one year is a folly of the next.

While revolutionaries as individuals can be murdered, you cannot kill ideas.

Confidence in golf means being able to concentrate on the problem at hand with no outside interference.

Hang there like fruit, my soul, Till the tree die!