Reading wasn't my religion - it was my oxygen.

The clothes you wear are a metamorphosis. They change you from the outside in.

It's not the punch you expect that knocks you down.

I am not by any stretch of the imagination a tidy person, and the piles of unread books on the coffee table and by my bed have a plaintive, pleading quality to me - 'Read me, please!'

Revenge is so much more satisfying than regret.

A new dress. Is this all it takes to make a new beginning, this shred of dyed cloth, shaped into the form of a woman's body?

I'm a really hectic dreamer, I never wake up not out of a dream and there's loads going on, lots of action, big blockbuster dreams, they're all major enterprises.

When I was 20 I was immensely proud of the rows of grey-spined Penguin Modern Classics in my bookcase.

What is the death of a soldier even off duty of an occupying army walking in an occupied territory against the death of a little boy screaming in terror in his father's arms Where is the equivalence

Marriages last because the people in them want to be married

How can life end in the middle of the story? Because life always does.

I need not flatter any man

Without knowing the force of words, it is impossible to know more.

You knew that what makes me very glad is that you are an artist.

I'm good at coming up with wacky characters and funny dialogue.

We are not judged by what we are basically. We are judged by how hard we use what we have been given. Success means nothing to the Lord.

I really think one of the greatest allies you can have is the imagination of your audience.

Well I thought my razor was dull until I heard his speech, and that reminds me of a story that's so dirty I'm ashamed to think of it myself.

It is just awesome, there’s no other way to describe it. To be the first to win in a Gen-6 car … I’m just very proud of the moment.

Think of me as the praying mantis of the supernatural world. Aren't those the bugs that bite the heads off the males? Link looked skeptical. Yes. Then they eat them

French was the only language we had in common, and even that was like a dialect we had picked up at a rummage sale, rusty and missing a lot of essential parts.