Fully revealed, the green eyes pierced her heart. In them, she sensed pain, loneliness and despair. Yet they weren't seeing her. Focused on the movement of the blade, the mesmerizing gaze seemed a world away. Stroke after stroke, the unmasked face appeared in the mirror.

People get a bad impression of it by continually trying to treat it as if it was a bank clerk, who ought to be on time on Tuesday next, instead of philosophically seeing it as a painter, who may do anything so long as you don't try to predict what.

Katharine Whitehorn

Night is the mother of counsels.

George Herbert

What I actually want to call you is a hell of a lot more unprintable than your name

Cassandra Clare

I would like a food/lifestyle show. We're not sure what that is yet. I want to be able to share what I do and how I raise my family. I feel like I have a story to tell. I enjoy talking and listening, sharing ideas and sharing advice.

Cat Cora

Don't you know how sweet and wonderful life can be?

Marvin Gaye

Familiarity breeds contempt; and children.

Mark Twain

SIR, more than kisses, letters mingle souls,For thus, friends absent speak.

John Donne, To Sir Henry Wotton,

Aided and abetted by corrupt analysts, patients who have nothing better to do with their lives often use the psychoanalytic situation to transform insignificant childhood hurts into private shrines at which they worship unceasingly the enormity of the offenses committed against them. This solution is immensely flattering to the patients -- as are all forms of unmerited self-aggrandizement; it is immensely profitable for the analysts -- as are all forms pandering to people's vanity; and it is often immensely unpleasant for nearly everyone else in the patient's life.

Thomas Szasz

If A equals success, then the formula is: A = X + Y + Z, X is work. Y is play. Z is keep your mouth shut.

Albert Einstein

I listen to music that is of our time and I just get angry.

Amy Winehouse

Self-worth comes from one thing -- thinking that you are worthy.

Wayne Dyer

If I had not existed, someone else would have written me, Hemingway, Dostoevski, all of us.

William Faulkner