Suddenly, and for the first time, he was at the center of his own life, living it and loving it.

I prefer to believe the opposite - that there is always an indestructible beauty at the heart of darkness.

Why did people assume that the beautiful among them needed nothing but their beauty to bring them happiness? That behind the beauty there was nothing but an empty shell, insensitive shell?

The ugliness at the heart of beauty. Is there always ugliness, do you suppose? Even when the object is very, very beautiful?

He had always felt that he lived on the edges of life, Constantine realized, watching everyone else living, sometimes helping them do it.

Always guarding one's real, precious self in a cocoon of tranquility within a thousand masks.Life itself had become a secret affair.

It's no use talking about the 'Doomsday Clock' when it has already chimed. But, alas, the chimes fell on deaf ears.

If you cannot peacefully coexist with many different cultures and beliefs, then you should probably not be living in the USA.

We don't even know how to rest anymore.

Perfect is boring: Beauty is irregular.

If anyone would like to acquire humility, the first step is to realize one is proud. Nothing can be done before it.

We all remember Bobby Kennedy was assassinated in June in California.

I don't like seeing her this delicate.

Attitude is a choice. Think positive thoughts daily. Believe in yourself.

I find it vulgar that people are so fascinated by natural disasters, and we allow footage of young people that are looting because they have no choice because of natural disaster.

Those griefs smart most which are seen to be of our own choice.