A friend of mine said, no matter what I do I always look like an English teacher. She actually said, you still look like a Campbell's Soup kid.

We live in an image society. Speeches are not what anybody cares about what they care about is the picture.

Madeleine Albright

As long as I can make lots of money in other businesses, I'll continue to subsidize my own work.

Francis Ford Coppola

Nothing recedes like success.

Walter Winchell

He who attends to his greater self becomes a great man, and he who attends to his smaller self becomes a small man.

Mencius

Our dreams are a second life. I have never been able to penetrate without a shudder those ivory or horned gates which separate us from the invisible world.

Gerard De Nerval

Joy is not in things, it is in us.

Richard Wagner

The one charm about marriage is that it makes a life of deception absolutely necessary for both parties.

Oscar Wilde

That, Verena managed after some suspenseful seconds, is, she said, regarding her gloved hands, remarkable. Very. I wouldn't have credited either of you with so much imagination. Or is it that I am imagining? Quite likely I'm dreaming of myself in a wet tree on a thundery night. Except I never have dreams, or perhaps I only forget them. This one I suggest we all forget.I'll own up: I think it is a dream. Miss Verena. But a man who doesn't dream is like a man who doesn't sweat: he stores up a lot of poison.

Truman Capote, The Glass Harp

Always kiss your children goodnight, even if they're already asleep.

H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

Misfortunes do not flourish on one path, they grow everywhere.

American Indian Proverb, Pawnee

It's upsetting to be a man in our society.

David Mamet

Without poets, without artists, men would soon weary of nature's monotony. The sublime idea men have of the universe would collapse with dizzying speed. The order which we find in nature, and which is only an effect of art, would at once vanish. Everything would break up in chaos. There would be no seasons, no civilization, no thought, no humanity; even life would give way, and the impotent void would reign everywhere.

Guillaume Apollinaire