Dreams have only one owner at a time. That’s why dreamers are lonely.
Sometimes I can’t figure designers out. It’s as if they flunked human anatomy.
When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, ‘I used everything you gave me’.
There is a thin line that separates laughter and pain, comedy and tragedy, humor and hurt.
When your mother asks, Do you want a piece of advice? it’s a mere formality. It doesn’t matter if you answer yes or no. You’re going to get it anyway.