I needed a break... from myself.

The main thing I wanted to say, and thankfully it’s what most people say they get out of the book, is simply an acknowledgement that we do affect each other in ways we can’t predict.

No one knows for certain how much impact they have on the lives of other people. Oftentimes, we have no clue. Yet we push it just the same.

You can hear rumors. But you can't know them.

You can't stop the future You can't rewind the past The only way to learn the secret ...is to press play.

I've always loved brainstorming with other writers, and I consider having my work critiqued a part of that brainstorming.

And at some point, the struggle becomes too much-too tiring-and you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy... or whatever... to happen.

You can't go back to how things were. How you thought they were. All you really have is...now.

Everything...affects everything

After all, how often do we get a second chance?

In the end....everything matters.

Love set the soul on spiritual fire.

You tell me the dead are coming through a crack in my barn, but I shouldn’t worry?

It is not a first time in history that we have got people who have sold out and subverted the ideas for which they stood for in the past.

What our age lacks is not reflection but passion.

Success is unpredictable and fragile.

One son appears in stereo - a transistor in one ear and the phone in the other.

The doctors may be mapping out the war games, but it is the nurses who make the conflict bearable.

There is never enough time to say our last word-the last word of our love, of our desire, faith, remorse, submission, revolt.

I am optimistic globally. So many scientists are working frantically on the reparation of our planet.

Edgar Allan Poe is considered the great writer of horror stories, perhaps the greatest - I will say the greatest