We're Tuesday people.

We are too involved in materialistic things, and they don't satisfy us. The loving relationships we have, the universe around us, we take these things for granted.

You knew me. You knew that person, but you don't know the person I'm trying to become... You are not your past!

Got an hour or two? That's all it takes for one of my books.

With Marguerite, he wanted only time—more and more time—and he was granted it, nighttimes and daytimes and nighttimes again.

Knowing something and understanding it were not the same thing.

It's the thinking that gets you killed.