And I remember most of what I know that is good and true and lasting has come not from scholars but from minstrels and gypsies.

So here I am walking around with another person inside of me. Though I think I put it better the day we parted when I said there is a third person we have created from the two of us. And I am stalked now by that other entity.

The market kills more artistic passion than anything else.

The human heart has a way of making itself large again even after it's been broken into a million pieces.

It's kind of strange-- in fiction you get to tell lies and are applauded for it.

Anyone who can feel that way about a woman is worth lovin himself.

And I remember most of what I know that is good and true and lasting has come not from scholars but from minstrels and gypsies.