Love? ... It's at the heart of every story.

Love you always, miss you always... running day and night, leaving the place of sun and moon, of ice and snow.Never look back, never forget.

The real Julian Wells didn't die in a cherry-red convertible, overdosing on a highway in Joshua Tree while a choir soared over the sound track.

Each year, Gracie Henderson moons a thousand strangers, collects their shocked faces in an annual photo album.

You are free to choose. You are not free not to choose. No choice is a choice. You are free to choose but you are not free to choose the consequences of that choice.

People who hold a low view of themselves [will credit] their achievements to external factors, rather than to their own capabilities.

Even though your responsibilities increase when you become a manager, you lose some of the rights or freedoms you may have enjoyed in the past.

All my friends' mothers were appalling women.

Did you ever really love her? Not really no. But me? Yes. Even though I have no pizzazz?

What's interesting is to see us as we really are; only in this way we could arrive to the truly knowledge of one-self.

I'm not an impersonator. I've only got one voice and only do one guy and his first-person essays.

The problem is not what other people think, do or say; it is your reaction.