Dreams and freedom are the same. In order for them to be, they come with a price.

To me it seems that too many young women of this time share the same creed. 'Live, laugh, love, be nothing but happy, experience everything, et cetera et cetera.' How monotonous, how useless this becomes. What about the honors of Joan of Arc, Beauvoir, Stowe, Xena, Princess Leia, or women that would truly fight for something other than just their own emotions?

Oftentimes winning can become an addiction, whether good or bad, to the point where you would rather lose it all before you lose at all.

The only honorable, desirable kind of fear that shouldn't be feared is the fear of harm on a loved one. It's the kind of fear that leads to self-sacrifice and the kind of fear where you would truly jump in front of a bus to save another.

Upon returning, the bloody, wounded warrior needs only but laugh at the spotless, armchair critic.

To persons consumed by hate, in their opinion and in their heart, the most hateful thing you can possibly do is love the target at which they aim.

I think that most artists scorned would prefer to be known as the one with the genius brain risking no career over the one with the good brain and great career.