I know what you're doing, though.""I'm glad somebody knows what I'm about, because I seem to have lost my own grasp of it entirely.

Has Westhaven taken to gossiping?""He has not, but like most men, you assume the only communications of significance pass between the males of the species.

The sound of her voice was so pretty, it almost disguised the ugliness of her words.

Watch for the thing that will show itself to you. Because that thing, when you find it, will be your future.

We were characters out of a movie. We were thoroughly alive. And we were absolutely beautiful.

The sky is falling. The sky is falling.And I fear you won’t believe it until you’re covered in stars

In fiction workshops, we tend to focus on matters of verisimilitude largely because such issues are so much easier to talk about than the failure of imagination.

I don't know if I was put on this Earth for a purpose or not. But I'm fairly confident that I'll be taken off of it for one.

One writes to memorialize, and to bring to life again that which has been lost.

To yield to the threat or actual use of violence is a surrender of one's self respect and religious conviction.

The perception of poverty as morally intolerable in a rich society had to await the emergence of a rich society

But of the heaven which is above the heavens, what earthly poet ever did or ever will sing worthily?

I know what a really bad day is...and that's not losing a competition.