Whether it was power they sought, or revenge, or love-well, those were all just different forms of hunger. The bigger the hole inside you, the more desperate you became to fill it.

The right idea is the one you can't stop thinking about; the one that's in your head first thing in the morning.

Love was that way. You could not render it in black or white. It always came down to the strange, blended shades of grey.

I didn't want to see her because it would make me feel better. I came because without her, it's hard to remember who I am.

The only person who suffers, when you squirrel alway all that hate, is you.

I know how difficult it can be when the image you've had of something doesn't match its reality; when the friend beside you turns into a monster.

I consider myself spiritual and I'm married to a man who is both an atheist and a humanist, and my kids have been raised with the traditions of different religions, but they do not go to church or temple. My feeling is that everyone should be able to believe what they want or need to believe.