I think because I write so many short stories, it's not that hard to come up with characters that are not me.

But, like ivy, we grow where there is room for us.

Some people need a red carpet rolled out in front of them in order to walk forward into friendship. They can't see the tiny outstretched hands all around them, everywhere, like leaves on trees.

That day I carried the dream around like a full glass of water, moving gracefully so I would not lose any of it.

What a terrible mistake to let go of something wonderful for something real.

I laughed and said, Life is easy. What I meant was, Life is easy with you here, and when you leave, it will be hard again.

Don't wait to be sure. Move, move, move.

We come from long lines of people destined never to meet.

... we had once called out hello into the cauldron of the world and then run away before anyone could respond.

Inelegantly, and without my consent, time passed.

I cried in English, I cried in french, I cried in all the languages, because tears are the same all around the world.

The greatest war story ever told commemorates a war that established no boundaries, won no territory, and furthered no cause.

I walk this road of flames and danger alone. To see the ocean of dreams. And drink from its endless freedom that flows though or vein's to be someone much more than human.

Do you think that too, " she said, "that I have slept too long in the moonlight?

Every day is judgment day-use it.

You never know when the publicity people will feel it is a good time to release the film.

Let's go tell everyone we meet that, when the American dream is at stake, you want Barack Obama in charge.

Liberalism is moral syphilis. And I'm stepping over it.

I write because I write - as anyone in the arts does. You're a painter because you feel you have no choice but to paint. You're a writer because this is what you do.

I have a theory that selflessness and bravery aren't all that different. All your life you've been training to forget yourself, so when you're in danger, it becomes your first instinct

Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste.