I'm moving to Nevada. Either there or kill myself.

But I can hardly sit still. I keep fidgeting, crossing one leg and then the other. I feel like I could throw off sparks, or break a window--maybe rearrange all the furniture.

Honey, no offense, but sometimes I think I could shoot you and watch you kick.

This is awful. I don't know what's going to happen to me or to anyone else in the world.

There was this funny thing of anything could happen now that we realized everything had.

We knew our days were numbered. We had fouled up our lives and we were getting ready for a shake-up.

You see, this happened a few months ago, but it's still going on right now, and it ought to make us feel ashamed when we talk like we know what we're talking about when we talk about love.

Unless there is a Good Friday in your life, there can be no Easter Sunday.

Life and light will not let me be.

No matter whom I'm with I'll always be alone, " she said. And she added with a roguish touch: "Excellency.

Our lives are defined by fear from the very time we are born to the time we bid adieu to this material world.

As far as ideas about book design: I have plenty. But I also try and let people do their jobs.

I trust the [series] writers when I'm filming, because it's interesting for me to go in every week and see what's going to happen, and the challenge for me as the actor is to make it work.

We tend to tell strangers what we think will make us sound good. I myself, to my utter amazement, informed a telephone pollster that I exercised regularly, a bare-faced lie.

It goes without saying that all of the people, living, dead, and otherwise, in this story are fictional or used in a fictional context. Only the gods are real.

Sin is cruelty and injustice, all else is peccadillo.

I don't ever write with a particular audience in mind. I just write books that please me.