Time was a thief, he stole your life away from you and the only way you could get it back was to outwit him and snatch it right back.

Time was a thief, he stole your life away from you and the only way you could get it back was to outwit him and snatch it right back.

Sometimes I would like to cry. I close my eyes. Why weren't we designed so that we can close our ears as well? (Perhaps because we would never open them.) Is there some way that I could accelerate my evolution and develop earlids?

Hindsight's a wonderful thing. If we all had it there would be no history to write about.

It was a long time ago now. And it was yesterday.

Fairy tales opened up a door into my imagination - they don't conform to the reality that's around you as a child. I started reading when I was three and read everything, but I wanted to be an actress.

I spent four years doing a doctorate in postmodern American literature. I can recognize it when I see it.