Can I confess something? I tell you this as an artist, I think you'll understand. Sometimes when I'm driving on the road… — Christopher Walken Copy Share Image
But I'm tone deaf - window-shattering tone deaf. I can't sing for the life of me. I can't sing or dance, so… — Dev Patel Copy Share Image
Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one. A moment. In childhood. When it… — Tom Stoppard Copy Share Image
Love, it’s such a night, laced with running water, irreparable, riddled with a million leaks. A night shaped like a shadow thrown… — Stuart Dybek Copy Share Image
...When I look back on my life's greatest traumas...I see that each one has something in common. No matter how life-shattering they… — Anna Maxted Copy Share Image
Talk—half-talk, phrases that had no need to be finished, abstractions, Chinese bells played on with cotton-tipped sticks, mock orange blossoms painted on… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Even when the universe made it quite clear to me that I was mistaken in my certainties ... I did not break.… — Lucille Clifton Copy Share Image
There is in India a story of a dying youth who, hearing the sobs of grief around him, cried: Insult me not… — Paramahansa Yogananda Copy Share Image
My God, that scene in Monster Inc. where the monsters realise that their entire world is founded on hurting children -look at… — Russell T Davies Copy Share Image
Our modern world defined God as a ‘religious complex’ and laughed at the Ten Commandments as OLD FASHIONED. Then, through the laughter… — Cecil B. DeMille Copy Share Image
[Comedies], in the ancient world, were regarded as of a higher rank than tragedy, of a deeper truth, of a more difficult… — Joseph Campbell Copy Share Image
Clouds of a different sort signal an environmental holocaust without precedent. Once again, world leaders waffle, hoping the danger will dissipate. Yet… — Al Gore Copy Share Image
Blessed be you, mighty matter, irresistible march of evolution, reality ever newborn; you who, by constantly shattering our mental categories, force us… — Pierre Teilhard de Chardin Copy Share Image
And like a soprano shattering glass, Juliet heard something snap deep inside. It was the sound of her heart breaking. — Alexandra Potter Copy Share Image
history only existed in the human mind, subject to endless revision. 'each man kills the thing he loves'-Oscar Wilde. You kill it… — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image