What is the sound of an eighty-nine-year-old heart breaking?

There is such solace in the mere sight of water. It clothes us delicately in its blowing salt and scent, gossamer items that medicate the poor soul

Because it strikes me there is something greater than judgement. I think it is called mercy.

That is because at the close of the day the ship we sail in is the soul, not the body.

After all the world is indeed beautiful and if we were any other creature than man we might be continuously happy in it.

The human animal began as a mere wriggling thing in the ancient seas, struggling out onto land with many regrets. That is what brings us so full of longing to the sea.

I haven't really written my plays and books - I've heard them. The stories are there already, singing in your genes and in your blood.

It is always worth itemising happiness, there is so much of the other thing in a life, you had better put down the markers for happiness while you can.

It is very difficult to be a hero without an audience, although, in a sense, we are each the hero of a peculiar, half-ruined film called our life.

A beard on a man is only a way of hiding something, his face of course, but also the inner matters, like a hedge around a secret garden, or a cover over a bird cage.

And whatever my life had been up to that day, it was another life after that. And that is the gospel truth.

Hate is such a luxurious emotion it can only be spent on one we love.

A lot of the clothes out are very adult-driven and it would be cool if they were a little bit more fun and trendy. Clothes should be fun.

I love movies, I love being a part of them, and this is the one occupation I love living and playing in and stressing myself out over.

There is a point of no return, unremarked at the time, in most lives.

Girl power is about loving yourself and having confidence and strength from within, so even if you’re not wearing a sexy outfit, you feel sexy.

As Jane Austen might have put it: It is a truth universally acknowledged that young protagonists in search of adventure must ditch their parents.

To friends and eke to foes true kindness show; No kindly heart unkindly deeds will do; Harshness will alienate a bosom friend. And kindness reconcile a deadly foe.

Heard about the young deaf boy who used sign language-One day he told his mother a dirty joke and she washed his hands out with soap

A Grandmother is a safe haven.

If you ain't first, you're last!