Wait.” Stefan’s voice was hard suddenly. Bonnie and Elena turned back and froze, embracing each other, trembling. “What is your—your father—going to do to you when he finds out that you allowed th

Things that matter are not easy. Feelings of happiness are easy. Happiness is not. Flirting is easy. Love is not. Saying you’re friends is easy. Being friends is not.

The divinity you seek is born with you.

The pattern's laid out on the bedWith dozens of colors of threadBut you've got the needleI guess that's the point in the end

I don't believe that old cliche that good things come to those who wait. I think good things come to those who want something so bad they can't sit still.

Writing is an exploration. You start from nothing and learn as you go.

Not seeing rivers is also another way of dying.

I find it strange that there isn't more of a melting pot of language within the pop charts. I feel it becomes really two dimensional when everything's in English.

I know that I'm Muslim. I have an Arabic name. And even though I represent Team USA and I have that Olympic hardware, it doesn't change how you look and how people perceive you.

Paintings are not like the Internet. They're not like movies. They're not electronic-friendly. You have to go see them. You have to stand in front of them. That's the great thing about them.

I've certainly experienced physical pain in my life.