You can't keep the birds of sadness from flying over your head, but you can keep them from nesting in your hair.

What I have since realized is that if people expect you to be brave, sometimes you pretend that you are, even when you are frightened down to your very bones.

Sometimes you know in your heart you love someone, but you have to go away before your head can figure it out.

A person isn't a bird. You can't cage a person.

I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

Whatever. Everyone mispronounces my name. And, like, David Bowie was big before I was born, right?

A warrior lives by acting, not by thinking about acting, nor by thinking about what he will think when he has finished acting.

I am brave, though I am alone.

We can neither put back the clock nor slow down our forward speed, and as we are already flying pilotless, on instrument controls, it is even too late to ask where we are going.

It's our job - as parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles - to find books our kids are going to like.

It was sad and fierce all at once, alive with a lonely purity.

Hussein has chosen to spend his money on building weapons of mass destruction and palaces for his cronies.

I mean everyone, from Al Pacino to Murphy Guyer, are phenomenal actors.

God just told me to shut up!