The soul may ask God for anything, and never fail.

Novels written with film contracts in mind have a faint but unmistakable, and ruinous, odor.

Your feelings are none of your business.

Like everyone in his right mind, I feared Santa Claus.

If we listened to our intellect, we’d never have a love affair... or go into business. You’ve got to jump off cliffs and build your wings on the way down.

It is difficult to undo our own damage, and to recall to our presence that which we have asked to leave.

I am a fugitive and a vagabond, a sojourner seeking signs.