There's an intimacy in listening to somebody's lies, I've always thought--you learn more about someone from the things they wish were true than from the things that actually are.

When my father wrote about fate, I think he was writing about the reality that is, when there are so many other realities that could have been.

Sadness, forever unacknowledged, eventually becomes resentment.

We are inscrutable even to ourselves, I suppose.

I think the only way to properly face doom is to be on time.

Nobody is too holy for the devil's attack, even your tithes and offerings won't stop him either but God rebukes the devourer through your giving.

Sometimes the gap between what you are and what you want to be is a little piece of paper called your college degree. So jump.

The type of love that makes you want to laugh out loud—scream a bit—run in circles—and then repeat? Yeah that’s how I felt about Wes. Totally. Out. Of. Control. Giddiness

IIFA is always involved in charity, and that's why it's a great thing that I am a part of IIFA and will continue to work along with them.

There will be no silence from Canada. Our friendship has no limit. Generation after generation we have traveled many difficult miles together side by side.

The great thing about movies is that they're collaborative. And the worst thing is that they're collaborative.

I want to be one who has to throw the big game.

Then she offers him a slim but sincere smile, and he reluctantly returns it. It doesn't bridge the gap between them, but at least it marks the spot where the bridge might be built.

I do think a carpenter needs a good hammer to bang in the nail.

A friend gathers all the pieces and gives them back in the right order.