once we began to chime the hour, we lost the ability to be satisfied

There is a big confusion in this country over what we want verses what we need...you need food. You want a chocolate sundae.

If you want to be a good writer, make sure you read. I'm amazed by how many people don't bother to do that.

The manager once called me the 'best freak' in his stable, and, sad as it sounds, I took pride in that. When you are an outcast, even a tossed stone can be cherished.

Being unheard is the ground floor of giving up.

She was like a wound beneath an old bandage, and he had grown more used to the bandage.

Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that's all.