You couldn't be satisfied with being an amateur asshole, could you, Jimbo! You had to go and turn pro on me!

Fear goes hand-in-hand with artistic creation, and no amount of success will make the fear go away entirely.

He sounds like Jesus. Except rich and sexy.” “Watch it, Meg. In this town joking about Jesus could get you shot. You’ve never seen so many of the faithful who’re armed.

You try spending six months sitting at somebody's bedside, waiting for them to die and then tell me that the happy-ending love story isn't one of God's good gifts.

Celebrate the success of others. High tide floats all ships.

For a moment he could have sworn he smelled violets, which was very peculiar, since he had no idea what violets smelled like, except somehow he knew they smelled just like Lady Emma.

Don't dare a person who has nothing else left to lose.