To have endured horrors, to have seen the worst of humanity and have your life made unrecognizable by it, to come out of all that honorable and brave— that was magical.

It's easy to say you don't care about money when you have plenty of it.

...slow and drunk is no match for fast and scared shitless.

She moved to pinch me again but I blocked her hand. I'm no expert on girls, but when one tries to pinch you four times, I'm pretty sure that's flirting.

I didn’t know what to call it, what was happening between us, but I liked it. It felt silly and fragile and good.

No one here is embarrassed of their gift.

Have they built cities on the moon?" another boy asked hopefully."We left some garbage and a flag there in the sixties, but thats about it.

Will you quit shouting and let me bleed in peace!

That was our friendship: equal parts irritation and cooperation.

..he had trampled her poor, pining heart, and the wound was still raw, even these many years later.

It seemed like my parents were always trying to get me to care about money, but I didn’t, really. Then again, it's easy to say you don't care about money when you have plenty of it.

Be wise as a serpent and wary as a dove!

New year is a day, to tune the rhythm called SOUL, with best chords called EXPERIENCES and play the guitar called LIFE.

Christian conservatives care about their families eating. They're concerned about energy independence. They're concerned about functional government.

I don't want to mess up my life. You only get one shot. I don't want to let my fans or anybody else down. So, I always think before I act. And as long as I do that, I'll be okay.

I wish to emphasize the fact that our homes should be more attractive and that more of our amusements should be in the home instead of the streets.

The first is the law, the last prerogative.

It doesn't matter who they vote for, they always vote for us.

If I'm in a situation where someone doesn't recognize me and treats me like everyone else, I'm not used to it.

C'mon, we're actors. We love the attention. We love the applause. We sure don't like to be rejected.

Beauty's a doubtful good, a glass, a flower, Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour; And beauty, blemish'd once, for ever's lost, In spite of physic, painting, pain, and cost.