You could only save someone that wanted to be saved; otherwise, you'd be be dragged down for the count, too.

A lie took two parties - the weaver of the tale and the sucker who so badly wanted to believe it.

I don't believe in writer's block. Think about it - when you were blocked in college and had to write a paper, didn't it always manage to fix itself the night before the paper was due? Writer's block is having too much time on your hands.

[There's a] point where you have to leave the dough alone. It's silly to anthropomorphize bread, but I love the fact that it needs to sit quietly, to retreat from touch and noise and drama, in order to evolve. I have to admit, I often feel that way myself.

This was the reason there was music, he realized. There were some feelings that didn't have words big enough to describe them.

After all, how many of us had tried to forget something traumatic...only to find it printed on the back of our eyelids, tattooed on our tongues?

In the custom of mourning, the fabric of the night had been ripped, revealing a star at each tiny tear.