Pick up your clothes. I am not your maid. How do I know this? A maid cannot kill you with a tube sock. I can.

You're so very good at that. The temper, the scowl. You must drink shots of testosterone in your morning coffee.

Leandros's favorite place had turned out not to be vegetarian, but vegan, which was for people who preferred their suicide slow.

Pooh hater,' I muttered under my breath. 'Winnie-the-Pooh was not a koala--why am I even arguing about this with you?

We all have our security blankets in this world. Some are just sharper than others.

There are a lot of truths in this world. When it rains it pours. It's always darkest before the dawn. He who smelt it dealt it.

Look at the ex-demon with his big boy pants on now.

You're the little spoon, aren't you?

Why is it always the world? Why is it never just half a block? Or Jersey? You know, something we could live without?

People--stupid when they lived; potentially stupid when they died.

I am your brother. I was supposed to be your brother before either of us was born. Karmic debt. It appears I was Vlad the Impaler or Genghis Khan in a past life.

Some were filled with pride. Some were filled with hope. Some were filled rage. But all of them screamed

Desperation brings out the darkness in everyone, " the man said with a shrug.

My greatest sin has always been that I have a wonderful time being myself

When I ran for Congress I promised to help make health care affordable again.

Mix judgement with ambition and season it with energy. It makes a splendid recipe for success.

I just think that trusting God means we're going to have unanswered questions, and God is so much bigger than us, we're never going to understand them all.

I'm in that very preliminary stage of wondering how exactly to "pressurize" the novel in some way I've never considered before.

There is only one way to solve the alleged crisis of the erosion of 'family values.' And that is to get right down to the root cause of the problem.

Between the wolf in the tall grass and the wolf in the tall story there is a shimmering go-between. That go-between, that prism, is the art of literature.

The definition of prayer is paying careful and concentrated attention to something other than your own constructions.