With all respects to heaven, I like it here.

I'm only telling you on the truth," he said. "If you can't stand the truth, don't ask for it.

I'm not so sure that I can teach people how to, you know, write dialogue or create plot or anything like that. But if I can get them and grab them by the scruff of the neck and say, you can do this, and if I see that fire in their eyes, that's when I think I know a writer.

Some people think love is the end of the road, and if you're lucky enough to find it, you stay there. Other people say it just becomes a cliff you drive off, but most people who've been around awhile know it's just a thing that changes day by day, and depending on how much you fight for it, you get it, or you hold on to it, or you lose it, but sometimes it's never even there in the first place.

The essence of intelligence was to know when, or if, to expose even the heart's deep need for instruction.

He realized that he had thought only about the first step, never imagined the last.

The person we know at first, she thinks, is not the one we know at last.