When asked, 'How do you write?' I invariably answer, 'one word at a time.'

It wasn't just love that held people together. There was secrets, and the price you paid to keep them.

You don't always talk with your mouth. Sometimes what you say with your mouth hardly matters at all. You have to signify

I love music, and I can play a little. But anyone can see the difference between someone who's talented and someone that's not.

It's not the pain I'm afraid of; I know about the pain. What I'm afraid of is the end of this small, sweet dream.

Not everybody believes in ghosts, but I do. Do you know what they are, Trisha? She had shaken her head slowly. Men and women who can't get over their past . . . That's what ghosts are.

Waiting rooms were made for books-of course! But so are theater lobbies before the show, long and boring checkout lines, and everyone's favorite, the john.