Nights without work I spent with whisky and books.

Now, let me be clear. The path I lay out is not one paved with ever increasing government checks and cradle to grave assurance that government will always be the solution. If this election is a bidding war for who can promise the most goodies and the most benefits, I'm not your president. You have that president today.

Mitt Romney

Men are gentle, honest and straightforward. Women are convoluted, deceptive and dangerous.

Erin Pizzey

In my career as an actor, there is a catchphrase that Scofield always says often in regards to his brother, 'Have a little faith.' In my own career as an actor, there were times when I was the only one who believed in myself in the face of the odds.

Wentworth Miller

Narrative art, the novel, from Murasaki to Proust, has produced great works of poetry.

Eugenio Montale

Music can be healing, and with my history and my knowledge of both sides of what looks like a gigantic divide in the world, I feel I can point a way forward to our common humanity again.

Cat Stevens

No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader.

Robert Frost

My doctor asked me if I smoked, and I said only when I'm working, golfing, or drinking. Then I realized the only time I don't smoke is when I'm home. I didn't even realize I'd become a smoker.

Dennis Franz

America's present need is not heroics but healing; not nostrums but normalcy; not revolution but restoration.

Warren Harding

Obstacles are opportunities turned upside down...or prisons self-imposed.

Chriscinthia Blount

We see death constantly on film.

Michael Sheen

It is hard to miss the irony in the fact that the very same week that Republicans were publicly heralding Congressman Paul Ryan's plan to inject market forces into the American health care system, they were crafting a budget deal to strip them from the health reform law.

Ron Wyden

Joshie has always told Post Human Services Staff to keep a diary, to remember who we were because every moment, our brains and synapses are being rebuilt and rewired with maddening disregard for our personalities, so that each year, each month, each day, we transfer into a different person, an utterly unfaithful iteration of our original selves, of the drooling kid in the sandbox. But not me. I am still a facsimile of my early childhood. I am still looking for a loving dad to lift me up and brush the sand off my ass and to hear English, calm and hurtless, fall off his lips.

Gary Shteyngart