life is delicate, its fragile, it's a precious thing. you never know when you're going to lose it. Live life when you can because you never know which second will be your last.

It’s all inside of you—what you want, who you are, and who you want to be. Just give it time.” He pulls away and helps me to my feet. “Nobody makes you, you. You make yourself.

I've learned that the only things we are in control of are the choices we make at any one given moment.

I left this conversation hours ago, but somehow my mouth is still moving, words are still forming, and none have seemed to offend. Amazing, the mind. My mind, I mean. Not hers.

Because in this world, there is a line: on one side are the men who cannot get things done, and on the other side are the men who can. And not one in a hundred will cross that line. Will you?

We poison our lives with fear of burglary and shipwreck and ask anyone the house is never burgled and the ship never goes down.

I coach young people. I have a group called BTP - Broadway Theatre Project.

You don't win championships by just being normal, by just being average.

I don't think I would have been a writer if I hadn't been a mother. I wanted to construct something that contained some of these feelings that I had, some of these discoveries or revelations.

Now of all the idealist abominations that make society pestiferous I doubt if there be any so mean as that of forcing self-sacrifice on a woman under the pretense that she likes it.

"I feel like, like pudding," Iggy groaned. "Pudding with nerve endings. Pudding in great pain."

I believe photos is one of the underlying things in every social network that becomes successful.

It doesn't make me very happy to be on my computer all the time. I've never been drawn to that world.