So if you were dating the UPS guy, he could buy you whatever the hell he wanted. But I cant."well...yes, but I'd never date the UPS guy. Those brown shorts are just not a turn-on for me.

... I discovered life sometimes has a way of giving you what you need, but not in the form you expect.

Most men don't seem to get that telling a pissed-off woman to calm down is like throwing gunpowder on a fire.” ~ Liberty Jones

A couple of times in your life, it happens like that. You meet a stranger, and all you know is that you need to know everything about him.

Sometimes life has a cruel sense of humor, giving you the thing you always wanted at the worst time possible.

Sometimes a woman needs a man for company, no matter how useless he is.

Shock is a merciful condition. It allows you to get through disaster with a necessary distance between you and your feelings.

Asking an eight-year-old girl if something is a little over-the-top is like asking a Texan if there are too many jalapenos in the salsa. The answer is always no." -Liberty Jones

Opening up to the wrong person is like putting ammo in their hands.

You have to rely on whatever sparks you have inside.

If loneliness was a choice, what was the other option? To settle for second-best and try to be happy with that? And was that fair to the person you settled for?

I’m not going to miss 95% of life to weigh 5% less.

There is a boundary to men's passions when they act from feelings but none when they are under the influence of imagination.

Johns Hopkins introduced me to two defining events in my life: commitment to biomedical research and meeting my future wife, Mary.

The trouble with those people is that they think all the best things are made in the cities. It is not so.

Idealism is frequently another word for self-righteousness, a disease that can only be corrected by a profound understanding power in its complete sense.

How we remember changes how we have lived. Time runs both ways. We make stories of our lives.

Time after time ... today's crisis shrinks to next week's footnote to a newly headline disaster.

I'm attracted to seeing how different I can be, pushing the boat out.

In 1962, we created the Filmmakers' Co-Op because nobody wanted to distribute our films. If we had the Internet in those days, we wouldn't have needed the Co-Op.

Work like there is someone working twenty-four hours a day to take it all away from you.