Everything comes to nothing in the end, I suppose. Or at least, nothing happens exactly the way we imagine it.

When you can stop you don't want to, and when you want to stop, you can't.

It's not that photography recaptures the world you have been in; more that it creates a new one: photographs are like Post-It Notes reminding us of the deep architectonic forms of space and thought.

And I come to realise that all my small todays, the way I act, will lead into my tomorrows.

The very concept of solid ground is a myth. The galaxy itself is adrift.

Some people are attracted to sickness, to the kind of madness where sparks fly off the head, to the incoherence of despair, masked by nervous energy, which winds up looking like bewildered joy.

Love could be fractured and serve different purposes, and that intense love could be divided, between people just as easily as between moments of time.

If time stood still, and we could choose the time, the best time, then love without pain would be all I know.

You're beautiful, but you're somewhere else. That's okay. I can handle that. But we won't continue as friends, not just now. I like you as a lover, not a friend.

Drought brings out the worst in us and it's easy to hate your fellow human beings.

Imperceptibly, more time passes when I'm not remembering our every moment together, not recreating our every conversation, re-imagining our love-making. It is immeasurably sad.

Yeah, reflections! The same, but different. Like twins - like blood brothers! And when you need something bad done, like punishment or revenge, you'll just ask me, and I will do it -

I want to do action, romantic comedy, and I love drama.

I grew up kind of a tomboy and I used to fight with all the neighborhood boys.

Every writer's got to pay some attention, I suppose, to what his critics say because theirs is a reflection of what the audience feels about his work.

Love of one is a piece of barbarism: for it is practised at the expense of all others. Love of God likewise.

I never plan. I never know what the next page is going to be..... But that's the fun of writing a novel or a story, because I don't know what's going to happen next.

All people deserve respect, but not all ideas do.

All too often, it is audacity and not talent that moves an artist to center stage.

even God could do nothing for someone already full. You have to be completely empty to let Him in to do what He will.

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