I wrote a screenplay for a 'Sweet Valley High' adaptation, and it's really amazing to me how many women who are my age have responded to the idea and are excited about the movie.

The self is not something ready-made, but something in continuous formation through choice of action.

John Dewey

For the sake of goodness and love, man shall let death have no sovereignty over his thoughts.

Thomas Mann

These are the soul's changes. I don't believe in aging. I believe in forever altering one's aspect to the sun. Hence my optimism.

Virginia Woolf

Color fills her cheeks, and I think it again: that Johanna Reyes might still be beautiful. Except now I think that she isn't just beautiful in spite of the scar, she's somehow beautiful with it, like Lynn with her buzzed hair, like Tobias with the memories of his father's cruelty that he wears like armor, like my mother in her plain gray clothing.

Veronica Roth

He can who thinks he can, and he can't who thinks he can't. This is an inexorable, indisputable law.

Henry Ford

The direction in which education starts a man will determine his future life.

Plato

One shining quality lends a luster to another, or hides some glaring defect.

William Hazlitt

I cannot think well of a man who sports with any woman's feelings and there may often be a great deal more suffered than a standerby can judge of.

Jane Austen

I'm a big sports fan. College football is my favorite.

Verne Troyer

All one's inventions are true, you can be sure of that. Poetry is as exact a science as geometry.

Gustave Flaubert

If you once forfeit the confidence of your fellow citizens, you can never regain their respect and esteem. It is true that you may fool all of the people some of the time; you can even fool some of the people all of the time; but you can't fool all of the people all of the time.

Abraham Lincoln

Ultima came to stay with us the summer I was almost seven. When she came the beauty of the llano unfolded before my eyes, and the gurgling waters of the river sang to the hum of the turning earth. The magical time of childhood stood still, and the pulse of the living earth pressed its mystery into my living blood.

Rudolfo Anaya