Clearly God was in some kind of mood on my birthday.

Frankly, I wonder who Frank was, and why he has an adverb all to himself.

You would be surprised at the lengths you will go to believe the best about someone if you truly love him

I think the 'New York Times' reviews overall tend to overlook popular fiction, whether you're a man, woman, white, black, purple or pink. I think there are a lot of readers who would like to see reviews that belong in the range of commercial fiction rather than making the blanket assumption that all commercial fiction is unworthy.

People changed. Even the people you thought you knew as well as you knew yourself.

A man should live his life a certain way not because of some divine authority, but because of a personal moral obligation to himself and others.

He insisted that stars were people so well loved, they were traced in constellations, to live forever