Children have very sharp powers of observation - probably sharper than adults - yet at the same time their emotional reactions are murky and much more primitive.

A creative person, a very creative person, is always alone, impatient and frustrated.

I think there's a fundamental distinction between character-driven movies that are just really lovely slice-of-life movies and character-driven movies that you remember 20 or 30 years later; the...

I have sometimes imagined my own death and brought myself to tears.

Watching Jodie on this is incredible; it's the perfect role for her. It's so intense and so emotional. She just jumped right into it and is so professional.

You can be predisposed genetically, but it's not a sentence. I'm genetically predisposed, but I manage my weight. The root of obesity, though, is usually emotional. The poor habits are a symptom of a...

I've gone through a lot of stuff in my life so far. There are stories I haven't really been able to tell.

You go from these high hopes when you're writing to just a desperate want of not making a complete fool of yourself by the end of it.

I don't understand why God took him and didn't take me.

Since my life has been wayward and impulsive, always a search for something that is not there, and then disillusionment, I believe I need all the excuses I can make.

Music is the only way I can express myself.

... and I shut off my anxious heart and my nervous head as dusk descended into another night, another meaningless merging, another attempt to find myself as I gave myself away.

He shall never know how I love him

Sean reaches between us and slides a thin bracelet of red ribbons over my free hand. Lifting my arm, he presses his lips against the inside of my wrist. I'm utterly still; I feel my pulse tap several...

She smiled at me, and I never forgot it. Or more accurately, I always remembered it.

A miracle happened. Right there and then, in amongst the lunchtime diners and tourists, with the sweeping views of San Francisco Bay outside the window and the sea lions making a racket on the wharf...

I wouldn't mind if life left me... wingless, burnt to cinders, ripped by storms, scattered... like weeds, celestially wounded, without cherry blossoms to perish with but I would cry with head held in...

I'm trying to tell him everything will be all right, but how can I say it with a straight face? My son's no idiot. He knows when I'm lying. The medicine won't taste bad. The bath is not hot. Daddy...

Because you can't be as in love as we were and not have it invade your bone marrow. Our kind of love can go into remission, but it's always waiting to return. Like the world's sweetest cancer.

Sometimes, when we least expect it, we catch a glimpse of someone, a face, perhaps only a smile, and our heart latches on and will not let go. It may not be love at first, but soon and for always.

I do not have silver nor gold to give you, but I have a heart of gold to keep you.

I often cry, not from sadness, from the joy of the miraculous beauty of life.

Arianna, hold on! I'm coming! I yell as I watch the life leave her eyes and she falls to the ground. NO! I scream as my eyes fly open.

Being with boys is more dangerous for me than killing a cricket or having a bird fly into the house.

Don't take this next undercover assignment. Stay with me instead. Nick's eyes pierced hers, refusing to let her off that easily. Tell me why. Because... I love you. She exhaled. No take-backs. The...

And now I am here, as alone as I've ever been. I am seventeen years old. This is not how it's supposed to be. This is not how my life is supposed to turn out.

I know I'm not going to be in your head all the time. But once you know me, I'll be forever in your heart.

There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won't remember and that she can't even let herself think about because that's when the birds scream and the worms crawl and...

I hate that you can do what you're supposed to do and I can't. I hate that you're going to leave me behind. I hate that everyone calls it growing up, but it seems like . It feels like each one of you...

When he asked if he was mine, tears in his eyes, I think he knew what he would do, what he would have to do, and he was mourning us. He was mourning us the whole time.