Let Ian laugh. Let him believe pain will ruin me. I know better. I've already been ruined once, and I know how to rise from the ashes. I know how to find my broken pieces.

Pain is such a useful thing. It corrects us when we're wrong. It shapes our character. It teaches us that we're alive.

I reach up and pat them both on the head. "Poor things. If you had a boy that looked like Logan, you'd be kissing him every chance you had, too.

And for me, it means honoring those who've loved me and sacrificed for me by choosing to be the kind of warrior who delivers justice even when it threatens to hurt me.

Tears don't bring people back." Pain stabs from my chest to my fingertips."Tears aren't for the people we've lost. They are for us. So that we can remember and celebrate and miss them and feel human.

Tears aren't for the people we've lost. They're for us. So we can remember, and celebrate, and miss them, and feel human.

The man was more highly strung than Margaret Thatcher on the rag, God rest her.

Secrets are foolish creatures, I have learned. No longer do I wish to play with fools.

There were years when Hitchcock was like a master to me, but now I think he's so artificial. I can watch films and say how technically beautiful they are, but I'm not impressed by any technicality.

If September 11th has taught us anything, it's certainly that the world has never been so interdependent. It is impossible now to be an island of prosperity in a sea of despair.

Personal columnists are jackals and no jackal has been known to live on grass once he had learned about meat - no matter who killed the meat for him.

I covet honour in the same way as a miser covets gold.

For politics is in its essence as Adams had said, the 'systematic organization of hatred': either you were organized or you were not.

If you're crying under fire, then you wasn't built for war. If a pimp took your girl, then your girl was never yours.

Everyone has a completely different style of riding and a different style of judging.

Rest you fair, good signior; Your worship was the last man in our mouths.