Quick decision makers are often stuck behind annoying people in line at Starbucks.

Romance often begins by a splashing waterfall and ends over a leaky sink.

I ask people why they have deer heads on their walls. They always say because it's such a beautiful animal. There you go. I think my mother is attractive, but I have photographs of her.

My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She's ninety-seven now, and we don't know where the hell she is.

Find out who you are and be that person. That's what your soul was put on this Earth to be. Find that truth, live that truth and everything else will come.

I really don't think I need buns of steel. I'd be happy with buns of cinnamon.

It's our challenges and obstacles that give us layers of depth and make us interesting.

Beauty is about being comfortable in your own skin. It's about knowing and accepting who you are.

Never follow anyone else's path, unless you're in the woods and you're lost.

Do things that make you happy within the confines of the legal system.

When you take risks you learn that there will be times when you succeed and there will be times when you fail, and both are equally important.

The trees were friendly, they gave me rest and shadowed refuge. Slipping through them, I felt safe and competent. My whole body was occupied. I had little energy to think or worry.

Excessive literary production is a social offense.

As I keep saying, fiction is truth. I think fiction is the truest thing there ever was.

What you're looking for, you won't find. But only by looking for it can it find you.

Sometimes you have to go somewhere else to appreciate what we have here.

TV is sort of the only way to go for an actress my age to make a decent salary; with independent films, you just can't.

But that's just the aim of civilization - to make everything a source of enjoyment.

Absorption in Imam Husayn's affairs (his life and his person, etc.), away from his missionary side is backwardness.

It is immoral to see evil and not act on it.

There is presumably a calendar date a moment when the onus of proof passed from the atheist to the believer, when, quite suddenly, secretly, the noes had it.