Once upon a time there was what there was, and if nothing had happened there would be nothing to tell.

Every time you do a good deed you shine the light a little farther into the dark. And the thing is, when you're gone that light is going to keep shining on, pushing the shadows back.

You walk around with a negative attitude and you're just naturally going to bring trouble and hard times down on yourself.

There was too much going on here -- too much that strayed from odd all the way over into seriously weird.

From the first time he'd met her, he'd sensed an air of contradiction about her. She was very much a woman, but still retained a waiflike quality. She could be brash, and at times deliberately suggestive, yet she was painfully shy. She was incredibly easy to get along with, yet she had few friends. She was a talented artist in her own right, but so self-conscious about her work that she rarely completed a piece and preferred to work with other people's art and ideas.

I'm not Chinese. I thrive in interesting times.

The best artists know what to leave out.