Sometimes it can be useful to read your bad reviews.

Every once in a while when I get a migraine, I like to think, "Who hates me today?"

You know you're screwed when a Western doctor recommends acupuncture.

I think what can be most shameful or embarrassing is when our bodies broadcast a secret we'd prefer no one to know. This is why I hate rashes, in particular face rashes.

We want to believe we couldn't be replaced, and that the people we love are irreplaceable.

No matter what you wear, not everyone is going to understand what you're saying.

I surround myself with women who inspire me to be more ambitious, and who constantly astonish me with their magnetism, style, and smarts.

I wouldn't be myself if I weren't always trying to be someone else. I only have so much time on this earth and I want to be as many people as possible.

I spend far too much time on eBay buying lamps and upholstery remnants.

I've subsequently become conscious of MAKING MEMORIES. Which makes me sound like a scrapbooker.

I am simply looking for a companion with whom to spend my days, a companion who will cherish as much as I the stupidity of living in the moment, and spend every dull, amazing second with me.

Bitterness is anger gone sour, an attitude of deep discontent that poisons our souls and destroys our peace.

There has been a real influence on young people, whose travel is experiential. For them, their values change when their experiences change; travel is like a university without walls.

If the Lord counts the natural beauty of the body inferior to that of the soul, what thinks He of spurious beauty, rejecting utterly as He does all falsehood?

Every profound new movement makes a great swing also backwards to some older, half-forgotten way of consciousness.

If a job isn't worth dreaming about, it isn't worth having.

I am ready any time. Do not keep me waiting.

I love playing these characters that are crazy tough, though. Because I am not in real life. Not at all.

A lawyer's relationship to justice and wisdom is on a par with a piano tuner's relationship to a concert. He neither composes the music, nor interprets it-he merely keeps the machinery running.

The act of making a photograph is less a question of what is being looked at than how.

To know that one has never really tried - that is the only death