She’s a commodity in a sea of broken girls.

I think she's brave. I think that nobody has ever believed what she could be capable of. All her life, nobody was listening.

It taught that there are three versions of things: the one I see in my mind, and the one that carries onto the paper, and then what it ultimately becomes.

I see an ocean that’s spilled out of a wineglass, its body clear and sparkling and folding over itself. I see a ribbon of sand.

Vaughn is talking about the heat, and his voice is so excited that it breaks into whispers at times. He loves his madness the way a bird loves the sky.

There's a world out there that nobody has bothered to promise her.

She's been conned, ruined, left for dead, and she's not going to forgive any of it. She will soldier on, if only out of spite.

I think he's beginning to understand, and understanding is a horrible thing.

There is a silence so great that I can hear the ice crystals cracking and falling from eyelashes of girls who will never blink again.

Home?' I say. It's a word that can mean anywhere and nowhere.

There is a dark place calling to me, but I will not go just yet. I know I can't return from it.

We are not called to be christians, we are called to be like Christ.

That's the risk you take if you change: that people you've been involved with won't like the new you. But other people who do will come along.

Everything seems to be designed for the benefit of the automobile and not the benefit of the human being.

A friend of mine, now retired, was then a major exec at a major bank, and one of her jobs, the last four years, was the farewell interview.

When every brake hath found its note, and sunshine smiles in every flower.

I understand politics and I know there's gonna be a lot of verbage.

It took me twenty years study and practice to work up to what I wanted to play in this performance. How can she expect to listen five minutes and understand it?

Producers like to record all the drums first, then they do the bass, then all the guitars, so you're constantly moving from one song to another.

What the internet has done is destroy film criticism. I would never have guessed that the profession of film criticism would be going the way of the dodo bird.

Like Yoga, the spiritual life is actually very difficult.