She took comfort in the familiarity of his smell, knowing that if she lost all her possessions and her home, at least she would have her family.

She felt the depth of her losses before they were realized, and she wondered, Is there still hope? Did she even dare hold on to such a tenuous thing as hope?

They looked to each other for support, for strength, and at times, motivation, to remember why and for whom they lived.

She had walked to the brink, abandoning all belief, and just before the bitter end, she was pulled from the abyss by faith.

The boy’s skeletal frame was now all that remained of him, and through his flesh could be seen the steady beat of his indomitable heart.

Her sadness was like a deep well just beneath the surface of her determination.

She considered what had made Denmark home to her anyway. Was it the sense of familiarity? That wherever she went there were echoes of a hundred memories she could pluck from her thoughts?

If the mind is tranquil and occupied with positive thoughts, the body will not easily fall prey to disease

One of my favourite movies is Billy Wilder's 'The Apartment.' It's shot in super wide screen, and it's beautiful.

The issue of transsexualism is an ethical one that has profound social and moral ramifications.

Sickness is a belief, which must be annihilated by the divine Mind.

When you really want something to happen, the whole universe conspires so that your wish comes true.

I don't think it is pressure but I am aware sometimes, especially on this new album, that people were going to really pay attention.

Every time i try and wink at someone, I mess it up and end up scaring people.

I have not failed. I've just found 10,000 foundations and individual donors whose priorities don't align with my organization's.

Serena and I, we don't have anything to prove ... we still set a very high standard.

O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!