I've seen how you can't learn anything when you're trying to look like the smartest person in the room.

Sometimes when you're young$$$ you have moments of such happiness$$$ you think you're living on someplace magical$$$ like Atlantis must have been. Then we grow up and our hearts break into two.

Life is too short to learn German.

I believe that the combination of pencil and memory creates a kind of practical magic$$$ and magic is dangerous.

Even people capable of living in the past don't really know what the future holds.

There is no gain without risk$$$ perhaps no risk without love.

Dancing is life.

There's always someone who knows something.

Sometimes a cigar is just a smoke and a story's just a story.

She couldn't be on his wavelength all the time. That's all. When you could recognize that and deal with it$$$ you were on your way to an adult relationship.