I know what it’s like to be distracted. To seek out distractions. To exhaust yourself doing every other little thing rather than face a blank page

She smiled, and her eyes started to drift downward. "Cather..." Back up to his eyes. "You know that I'm falling in love with you, right?

So, what if, instead of thinking about solving you whole life, you just think about adding additional good things. One at a time. Just let your pile of good things grow.

In new situations, all the trickiest rules are the ones nobody bothers to explain to you. (And the ones you can't Google.)

You're a kaleidoscope, you change every time I look away.

Drinking tequila is more about the journey than the destination

Every woman wants a man who'll fall in love with her soul as well as her body.

Sometimes writing is running downhill, your fingers jerking behind you on the keyboard the way your legs do when they can’t quite keep up with gravity.

You don’t have to be the kind of beautiful that everyone can agree on. If the right person finds you beautiful, you win. You win forever.

To really be a nerd, she'd decided, you had to prefer fictional worlds to the real one.

Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.

There is nothing that's off limits. If people think something is off limits, I make it my business to go make a joke about it; that's my job.

Concerned we're in a time where politicians can't even fake sincerity. Aren't they supposed to be good at that?

Greed has been severely underestimated and denigrated - unfairly so, in my opinion.

I had as well be killed running as die standing

A work of art is a form that articulates forces, making them intelligible.

The White House used to belong to the American people. At least that's what I learned from history books and from covering every president starting with John F. Kennedy.

Are people raised to be villains or vilified like I have become?

But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?

On October 19, 1949, I got a telephone call from the Philadelphia (A's) front office informing me I had been traded to the White Sox for Joe Tipton. I was surprised and hurt.