Life

Bridget wondered whether it all came down to the claustrophobic choice between dying beautiful or living ugly.

His quest was a wolf, and it starved. - Gansey.

There is a very, narrow, thinness of line between the living and the dead; actually, it's just a lack of a heartbeat away.

Is it not beautiful to discover a new path to your destiny and decorate it with the beauty of your imagination?

I don’t just want a gripping story line. I shoot for the three dimensional literary Braille to a silent Scorsese movie.

The fear of the drugs running out is managable-the fear of time running down isn't.

Man was big enough to kill himself, thanks. No gods need apply.

I saw the light blinking in my living room and changed it over and over, at the end I realized it was my eye blinking.

I am a part of all that I have met.

You gonna take the case?'It's not a case. It's a missing person. Sort of.'You're gonna have a devil of a time finding him if it was aliens,' Grandma said.

The only thing I regret about my past is the length of it. If I had to live my life again I'd make the same mistakes only sooner.

I had a pretty steep learning curve in film - as I'm still learning.

This society eliminates geographical distance only to produce a new internal separation.

We are like a people under [a] sentence of death, waiting for the date to be set. We sense that something is about to happen.We know that things cannot go on as they are. History has reached an impasse. We are now on a collision course. Something is about to give.

I experience the age I am now as an age at which I must ensure that I already am what I insist or believe I am going to be.

One of my favorite movies of all time is 'It's A Wonderful Life,' which is a pretty interesting choice for a seasonal Christmas favorite, because it's about a guy who wants to commit suicide and is presented with reasons not to.

Our entire life worth's less than one moment of the absolute's truth vanity.

You can’t spend your whole life holding the door open for people and then being angry they didn’t thank you. Nobody asked you to hold the fucking door.

I feel like I'm stuck inside my body. Everyone's moved forward, but I've been stuck in the same place. Since I've come into all this awareness lately, the hardest part has been remembering who I used to be, the dreams that died, the years I've lost.

A hundred times have I thought New York is a catastrophe, and fifty times : It is a beautiful catastrophe.