There comes a point in a relationship when you realize that you trust someone enough to let them keep their secrets.

Our destiny hides among our free choices, disguised as the free-est of all.

Sometimes I wonder — if I were drop-dead handsome, and every woman I met actually dropped dead, would I ever get tired of it?

In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to.

Never act until you have clearly answered the question: "What happens if I do nothing?"

I was once a skeptic but was converted by the two missionaries on either side of my nose.

The first assumption of an art critic is that the artist meant to paint something else.