How talented was death. How many expressions and manipulations of hand, face, body, no two alike.

Sandwich outdoors isn’t a sandwich anymore. Tastes different than indoors, notice? Got more spice. Tastes like mint and pinesap. Does wonders for the appetite.

To feed your Muse, then, you should always have been hungry about life since you were a child. If not, it is a little late to start.

Facts quite often, I fear to confess, like lawyers, put me to sleep at noon. Not theories, however. Theories are invigorating and tonic. Give me an ounce of fact and I will produce you a ton of theory by tea this afternoon. That is, after all, my job.

There was her face, like a summer peach, beautiful and warm, and the light of the candles reflected in her dark eyes. [He] held his breath. The entire world waited and held its breath.

I don't like being up high. It took me three days to get to the top of the Eiffel Tower.

I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough, it’ll make sense.