I'm your phantom dance partner. I'm your shadow. I'm not anything more.

Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.

People fall in love without reason, without even wanting to. You can't predict it. That's love.

The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.

Can'ttrustpeople. Won'tdoanygood. They'llkillyoueverytime. They'llkilleachother. They'llkilleveryone.

Precipitate as weather, she appeared from somewhere, then evaporated, leaving only memory.

Suicides? Heart attacks? The papers didn't seem interested. The world was full of ways to die, too many to cover. Newsworthy deaths had to be exceptional. Most people go unobserved.

Tendencies. Yougottendencies. Soevenifyoudideverythingoveragain, yourwholelife, yougottendenciestodojustwhatyoudid, alloveragain. -The Sheep Man.

The real world—where I probably could never be happy, and never get anywhere.

For darkness terrifies. It swallows you, warps you, nullifies you. Who alive can possibly profess confidence in darkness? In the dark, you can't see.

We keep moving. And as we do, the things around us, well, they disappear.

There was always the consolation that if I didn't like what I wrote I could throw it away or burn it.

Really, I think among the many mistakes I've made over my life, one of them was caring so much about the short story.

When one culture has the big guns and the other has none, there is a certain predictablity about the outcome.

Our faults are not seen, But past us; neither felt, but only in The punishment.

Senator Arlen Specter hasn't really switched parties; he's simply realized he cannot win the Pennsylvania Republican primary election

I had the human rights life, and I had the family business life.

The fine arts thing at college was always too much for me to think about. What I was more involved in was being successful at arts school.

Most variables can show either an upward or downward trend, depending on the base year chosen.

Superstition sets the whole world in flames, but philosophy douses them.

Progress, the growth of power, is the end and boon of liberty; and, without this, a people may have the name, but want the substance and spirit of freedom.