Turning my head so I can look into his eyes, I strum my fingers across his cheek. “You’re right. I think we’ve both had enough darkness. I want to live in light.

His lips brush my ear as his voice causes my body to come to attention. “If the night never ends, then there’s never a new day … and with a new day comes renewed hope, light.

Because I want to know if I'm allowed to kiss your tears away. Because I want to be able to hold your hand. Because I like you.

I’ve learned through the years that it’s not where you live, it’s the people who surround you that make you feel at home.

There's nothing cool about turning against God. There's nothing fun or cute or right about compromising who God wanted you to be.

People say: idle curiosity. The one thing that curiosity cannot be is idle.

My God, the religious right will not acknowledge what a merciful person Jesus was.

Traveling is the only passion that doesn't need to feel shy in front of intellect.

Life is always rich, thought only occasionally so.

Everything in your dream means exactly what you think it means.

She tried to be someone people liked. She tried to be someone people disliked. But all I became was someone who didn't succeed with anything I tried to be.

I go out and look for a good story to tell and if I like it enough and I decide to direct it, I become dangerously involved in becoming a part of that story.

It's a bit of an outside-in approach - so often the clothing can reveal so much about a character. It's like part of her superhero costume that she gets to put on and become someone else.