A good river is nature's life work in song.

To be mad is to feel with excruciating intensity the sadness and joy of a time which has not arrived or has already been.

For what can be imagined more beautiful than the sight of a perfectly just city rejoicing in justice alone.

Because there were all kinds of hell - some were black and dirty, and some were silvery and high.

Every sovereign country has the right to control its borders, and should. The idea that anyone would sneak over our borders without proper documentation to me is absolutely abhorrent.

Writing is still my main career, but I would love, for instance, to serve in the New York State Assembly.

As the clockwork of the millennia moved a notch in front of their eyes, it had taken their thoughts from small things and reminded them of how vulnerable they were to time.