When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets.

Every one of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive.

Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.

No matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away.

In dreams begins responsiblities.

The journey I'm taking is inside me. Just like blood travels down veins, what I'm seeing is my inner self and what seems threatening is just the echo of the fear in my heart.

Even chance meetings are the result of karma… Things in life are fated by our previous lives. That even in the smallest events there’s no such thing as coincidence.

It's easy to forget things you don't need anymore.

If you think God’s there, He is. If you don’t, He isn’t. And if that’s what God’s like, I wouldn’t worry about it.

Fate seems to be taking me in some even stranger directions.

A job should only be a stepping stone to being your own boss

A man who wants to imitate the life of a woman will invariably do some mischief

Since 1985 our [American's] consumption of all added sugars- cane, beet, HFCS, glucose, honey, maple syrup, whatever- has climbed from 128 pounds to 159 pounds per person.

Home is always the impossible subject, multilayered and maddening.

O God if in the day of battle I forget Thee do not Thou forget me.

...in the end every one stands alone, and the important thing is who it is that stands alone.

My mom and dad got divorced when I was very young, and growing up in a family where the head of the household wasn't a man made a big difference.

The thing I loved about Alfred Hitchcock is that he left a lot of open ends there, a lot of clues that didn't really add up the way you think they would, and sometimes, not at all.

The British are weak in numbers, we are weak in spite of our numbers.

When speech comes from a quiet heart, it has the strength of the orchid, and the fragrance of rock.