Our world, like a charnel-house, is strewn with the detritus of dead epochs.
As Logan walked towards her, he smiled as if reading her mind and opened his arms.
It happens to everyone as they grow up. You find out who you are and what you want, and then you realize that people you've known forever don't see things the way you do. So you keep the wonderful memories, but find yourself moving on.
Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face - I know it's an impossibility, but I cannot help myself.
It’s never too late to do the right thing.
In the blink of an eye, something happens by chance - when you least expect it - sets you on a course that you never planned, into a future you never imagined.
It's the possibility that keeps me going, not the guarantee.
I have never understood, for instance, why some people see contemporary art as divided between 'painting' and 'conceptual art', as though this represented a genuine division.
I'm not an activist per se, but I have strong feelings about things. People can jump on celebrities for being ill-informed or naive, but I've got a right to say what I believe
You know something is important when you're willing to let someone else take the credit if that's what it takes to get it done.
Men are kids at heart. They want to be nourished and pet like a dog.