He put his fist against his chest. “Burn, Maddygirl, ” he said. Then he turned and left her in the flickering gloom and thunder.

He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him.

Was that what she meant? Why she cried? Because he was an animal afraid to leave its cage, no words to say what he thought, no thoughts but muddled mad stupid thoughts?

For my true thoughts have spent more time in your company than in anyone else's, these last two or three months, and where my thoughts are, there am I, in truth".

Our actions and words built invaluable relationship.

If I don't stay in and write, I feel like a prisoner.

All my favorite stars, my family and my friends are here. I'm having the happiest birthday that an 18-year-old girl could ever have.

There is never enough horsepower......just not enough traction.

I haven't reached nirvana yet, but I've been to Detroit.

His epitaph: Who, by vigor of mind almost divine, the motions and figures of the planets, the paths of comets, and the tides of the seas first demonstrated.

The problem with anger is that it's so consuming. You've got to take it easy on yourself at a certain point.

Troubles never come singly.

Given the choice of Hollywood or poking steel pins in my eyes, I'd prefer steel pins.