There is always so much talk about the sins of the fathers but it is the sins of the mothers that are the most difficult to avoid repeating.

When you write things down, they sometimes take you places you hadn't planned.

What very mysterious things days were. Sometimes they fly by, and other times they seem to last forever, yet they are all exactly twenty-four hours. There's quite a lot we don't know about them.

But oh my dear, I am tired of being Alice in Wonderland. Does it sound ungrateful? It is. Only I do get tired.

I see things beyond what other people see. I am always looking for hidden corners and closets of a life that I feel aren't explored either by the person who lived it or the people writing about it.

Why, then, did I always feel as if his happiness was my responsibility? It wasn't fair for him to burden me with that. It had never been fair.

I suppose at some point, we all have to decide which memories - real or otherwise - to hold on to, and which ones to let go.

Why were there so many barriers between us, always? Barriers of clothing, of etiquette, of time and age and reason.

Unlike men, women got less sentimental as we aged, I was discovering.

Never would I allow my size to define me. Instead I would define it.

I like to imagine the "what ifs" of history.

There is no stress. It is a misinterpretation of a situation. Just change your perception and stress will melt away.

I wonder what inspires gamblers. Is it the adventure or the love of laziness?

Boys, at war, so far away, will naturally droop, both in body and mind, from lack of a particular girl’s snuggling and cuddling.

Education begins the gentleman, but reading, good company and reflection must finish him.

They look right. And you move left.

I let the actors work out their ideas before shooting, then tell them what attitudes I want. If a scene isn't honest, it stands out like a sore thumb.

The name Van Halen, the family legacy, is going to go on long after I'm gone.

I'm already hot, you could say I'm pre-heated. If money talks, mine's telling your's to 'be seated

Funny how life messed with you.

Need is a low door which, when we must by stern necessity pass through, forces the greatest to bend down the most.