I feel like crying. There's something so sad about broken concrete.

But I quite like the way you can talk about science without necessarily using mathematics, but using metaphors instead.

I think about stories and their logic and wonder if there can be any such thing as simply "there is a book.

Homeopaths argue that water has a memory.

If something wants to be a story, it will be.

But the ground shakes, as if something's trying to push up from below, and I think of other people's mothers shaking out their duvets or even God shaking out the fabric of space-time.

I sit up in bed slowly, feeling the disappointment trickle away like puddles after a rain shower.

There's something romantic about it, of course, in the way only other people's lives can be.

Nothing means anything but you still have to follow the rules.

The sky is grey, with a thin TV-static drizzle that hangs in the air like it's been freeze-framed.

Sometimes I wake up with such an immense sense of disappointment that I can hardly breathe.

I have a great deal of empathy for anyone who's having a hard time. I believe this ability to see another's viewpoint has served me well as a writer.

I feel it's important to be active. People who retire, sit by their swimming pool and golf course and plan to relax have a very empty life.

I think what the American people want more than anything else is a strong and decisive leader.

I have a dream! Because I have lived a nightmare.

I take positives out of negatives all the time.

I think for me it's just a matter of staying keyed into my lifelong friends from New York and family. And, you know, I'm pretty solitary. I'm a homebody. So I don't get out much to get into trouble

Goods are theirs that enjoy them.

I think we have to be more proactive in the people we invite to come and speak in school.

The losses are good... if you learn something.

Shalt show us how divine a thing A woman may be made.