You can say that Lebanese has hundreds of lexemes for family relations. Family to the Lebanese is as snow to the Inuit.

...What happens is of little significance compared with the stories we tell ourselves about what happens. Events matter little, only stories of events affect us.

I was a tourist in a bizarre land. I was home.

No matter how good a story is, there is more at stake in the telling.

Even in the world of make-believe there have to be rules. The parts have to be consistent and belong together.

I cried until my eyes swelled shut, and then I slept, a black, dreamless sleep from which I awoke amazingly refreshed, at least until I remembered.

I worried so much about how I looked and whether I was doing things right, I felt half the time I was impersonating a girl instead of really being one.

I've opened the way for others to make fortunes, but a fortune for myself was not what I was after.

I'd love to play a gangster but I think people might say I looked a bit too young and cheeky to play a character who'd just blown someones head off!

The irresponsible rhetoric of Barack Obama, who has used the pulpit of the presidency to divide us by race and color, has made America a more dangerous environment than frankly I have ever seen.

They think too little who talk too much.

I always say you could publish rules in a newspaper and no one would follow them. The key is consistency and discipline.

There's a club if you'd like to go, you could meet somebody who really loves you, so you go and you stand on your own, and you leave on your own, and you go home and you cry and you want to die.

I know that is absolutely true for people when they are young - you don't want to be alive if the things that you love in your life aren't there.