Miss Hayes, have you stopped to consider that you might have this all backward? That in fact you are my fantasy?

No more crying. It's all wetness and no comfort at all.

But, how do you know if an ending is truly good for the characters unless you've traveled with them through every page?

All I've ever wanted was to be near you.

Many times I have learned that, you never judge a book by its cover. Like people, it is the inside that counts.

Writing a first draft and reminding myself that I'm simply shoveling sand into a box so that later I can build castles.

Mama used to say, you have to know someone a thousand days before you can glimpse her soul.

It was karma, it was kismet, it was magic. It doesn't matter how it happened, just that it did.

I think the only way to get through this life is laughing hard and constantly, mostly at myself.

You are my butterfly and refuse to set you free.

I do like the world quite a lot.

I'm thinking that I shouldn't have filed my nails last night.

If you are good, they say you are weak.

I shall live here in the rains, There in winter, Elsewhere in summer, " muses the fool, Not aware of the nearness of death.

A wise man sees failure as progress. A fool divorces his knowledge and misses the logic, And loses his soul in the process.

I've never wanted to be part of an inner circle of any scene. I've always been an outsider looking to question and subvert.

The heart is forever making the head its fool.

The soul is kissed by God in its innermost regions.

Dalton Trumbo was constantly criticizing the membership [in the Communist Party], and was opposite to being a loyalist.

Ask anyone committed to Marxist analysis how many angels on the head of a pin, and you will be asked in return to never mind the angels, tell me who controls the production of pins.

Subject matter does not determine a successful painting. It is the manner in which one personally envisions and interprets the subject that is the magical equation.