Without suffering, there'd be no compassion.
It was like pulling teeth trying to get me to L. A. I hated it for so long, but now I've got this great life here.
"You look how you look," "Be comfortable. What are you going to do? Be hungry every single day to make other people happy? That's just dumb. "
I’m a big believer in accepting yourself the way you are and not really worrying about it.
In a short amount of time, I've lived so much, had so many experiences and met so many different types of people and even lived in so many countries. If I had been in school, I'd be learning about the world from books.
I was a weirdo. I wasn't picked on or anything. And I wasn't smarter than the other kids; that's not why I didn't fit in. I've always had this weird anxiety. I hated recess. I didn't like field trips. Parties really stressed me out. And I had a very different sense of humour.
I learned that you can't have any expectations with life. You never know what's going to happen.
Plot is merely the mechanism by which your character is forced up against her deepest fears and desires.
Nowadays, if a man living in a civilized country (ha!) hears cannon blasts in his sleep, he will, of course, mistake them for thunderclaps, gun salutes on the feast day of the local patron saint, or furniture being moved by the slime-buckets living upstairs, and go right on sleeping soundly. But the ringing of the telephone, the triumphal march of the cell phone, or the doorbell, no: Those are all sounds of summons in response to which the civilzed man (ha-ha!) has no choice but to surface from the depths of slumber and answer.
Every virtuous act has some Dark secret in its heart; every risk we take contains a mystery that can’t be solved.
Thinking carries a moral imperative. The searcher for truth must be ready to obey truth without reservation or it will elude him.