It was no great tragedy being Judy Garland's daughter. I had tremendously interesting childhood years -- except they had little to do with being a child.

I do believe that freedom isn't free - but today the corporate and political right wing is trying to cheapen this truly American value. They've been cynically using the word 'freedom' to rally the American public against its own best interests.

Richard Trumka

And Max, the king of all wild things, was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all.

Maurice Sendak

All of my favorite people - people I really trust - none of them were cool in their younger years.

Taylor Swift

Dishonest people conceal their faults from themselves as well as others, honest people know and confess them.

Christian Nevell Bovee

Job was astonished at seeing Almighty God so intent on doing good to us that He seems to have nothing more at heart than to love us and to induce us to love Him in return.

Alphonsus Liguori

Prestige is the shadow of money and power. Where these are, there it is. Like the national market for soap or automobiles and the enlarged arena of federal power, the national cash-in area for prestige has grown, slowly being consolidated into a truly national system.

C. Wright Mills

Behind the ostensible government sits enthroned an invisible government owing no allegiance and acknowledging no responsibility to the people.

Theodore Roosevelt

Jealousy, that dragon which slays love under the pretence of keeping it alive.

Havelock Ellis

If I have enough money to eat I'm good.

Shia LaBeouf

There could be no fairer destiny for any physical theory than that it should point the way to a more comprehensive theory in which it lives on as a limiting case.

Albert Einstein

Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them.

Oscar Wilde

I my life as if it were happening to someone else. My son died. And I was hurt, but I my hurt, and even it, a little, for now I could write a death, a loss. My heart was broken by my dark lady, and I wept, in my room, alone; but while I wept, somewhere inside I smiled.

Neil Gaiman