...I'm constantly agitated, restless - I work moments like worry beads until I see your face...
...I can think of other forms of worship than loving you, but none that make me feel so fulfilled...
...if you've got writer's block, you aren't empty - maybe it's just like Twitter - overwhelmed, and loading seems to be taking a while...
...If I ever got sloppy and maudlin, it would be for the streets of my childhood—but no self- respecting writer should ever eulogize a slum...
...the secret to writing is to get your own pain - shout it out till it hurts your throat - weep it into your pillow - then write it down ...
...I make no apology about stirring the depths - every human longs to swim under water and see what lurks beneath ...
...I always thought youth were idealists - now, I'm not so sure - I'm more idealistic now then at 17...
One of the convenient things about literature is that, despite copyrights [...] a book belongs to the reader as well as to the writer.
Film is such a bizarre vehicle for acting. It's such a bizarre experience. I don't think you ever really get familiar with it. If you do get familiar with it, you're probably not that good anymore.
The situation at Buffalo was a rough situation, and I appreciate the opportunity, but going back to Seattle was a better situation, even though I'm not the starter. I've got a chance to get back with some familiar faces, back at a place I'm familiar ...
I believe in the understanding of difficult situations, difficult music, or any kind of difficulties, through familiarity. Familiarity, in this case, does not breed contempt, but breeds understanding.
The whole territory of the Netherlands was girt with forests.
Size is not grandeur, and territory does not make a nation.
For this decision, too, he had submitted to the overwhelming force of Sharon’s personality, whose longings and needs seemed inalienable rights, whereas Marcus’s were merely whims.
...ambition or contentment? This simple question led me back to a more balanced view of life and put me in touch with the Me I used to know...
...you can be angry and silent, but it's no use - there's no distance in the spirit - besides, my words touch you more softly than my hands...
...here's what I've learned - people will hurt you, but you don't have to respond - not every mean comment or cruel act deserves to be noticed ...
...why is my cat a Muse? the cat has the rare grace of never saying a word too much― Mark Twain ...that's why ...
...I didn't want you flawless - I have a bare wall at home that's flawless - I wanted your character trapped in the amber of your skin...
...it took me a lifetime of glimpses, but now I see you completely - did I tell you you're beautiful? so kind to animals, children and me...
Deb and I were married on a snowy night - wind cross-wove a veil of snow for her then threw confetti at us as we left the lighted church...
