Hemingway sucks. If I set out to write that way, it would have been been hollow and lifeless because it wasn't me.

It was the kiss by which all the others of his life would be judged and found wanting.

Some tears have to be cried no matter what the hour- until they are, they simply rave and burn inside.

The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them - words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out.

The rope by which the great blocks of taxes are attached to any citizenry is simple loyalty.

We make up horrors to help us cope with the real ones.

Lover," she whispers, and closes her eyes. It falls upon her. Love is like dying.