Love...who needed love? As long as she had her books and her friends and an occasional hookup, she was perfectly content.

Real relationships - the kind that were supposed to last but never did - were more trouble than they were worth.

Whenever you are depressed, write your signature on a paper and write and write finally you ll have pain in you hand than your mind.

Tim Keller's ministry in New York City is leading a generation of seekers and skeptics toward belief in God. I thank God for him.

So I went for engineering, specifically product design, which I enjoyed.

To knock a thing down, especially if it is cocked at an arrogant angle, is a deep delight of the blood.

I am not my hair I am not this skin I am not your expectations, no I am not my hair I am not this skin I am the soul that lives within.

Death is an eternal sleep.

Who sows virtue ought to reap honour.

Constantly there's a credibility issue; you're judged on how you look. If you look good, people assume you aren't credible. It's a battle you'll always fight if you're on TV and a female.

I am merely a conduit, a kind of big hairy tool. I am just a plastic funnel connected to a Moog.

Aren't memories just dreams we have when we're awake?