The second was some rather bad poetry, but it was short, and I forced my way through by gritting my teeth and occasionally closing one eye so as not to damage the entirety of my brain.

Roses! I swear you men have all your romance from the same worn book. Flowers are a good thing, a sweet thing to give a lady. But it is always roses, always red, and always perfect hothouse blooms when they can come by them.

Caffeine helps a lot. That and a certain amount of isolation.

Only priests and fools are fearless and I've never been on the best of terms with God.

For me the really cool parts of being an author don't have anything to do with getting onto a bestseller list.

I would never normally approach a woman in this way, but I couldn't help but notice that you have the eyes of a lady I was once desperately in love with. " "What a shame to love only once," she said, showing her white teeth in a wicked smile. "I've heard some men can manage twice or even more." I ignored her gibe. "I am only a fool once. Never will I love again.

It's not prowess if you watch 5 hours of TV a day. It's just how you choose to spend your time.