She didn't know how to love, to give herself to someone, to out herself in someone else's keeping and take him into hers. She didn't trust anyone with her heart - or the darker places of her soul.

The amazing miracle of death, when one second you're walking and talking, and the next second you're an object.

Close your eyes. Now see the world with your mind, and feel the joy of your magnificent life.

Eventually, however, the denial turned into emptiness and my childhood ended.

When you are wondering whether to say something negative about someone - even if it is true - the best rule to follow is, "I'll think about doing this tomorrow."

I suppose like others I have come through fire and sword, love gone wrong, head-on crashes, drunk at sea, and I have listened to the simple sound of water running in tubs and wished to drown

I love to prove people wrong. They expect I'll sound a certain way when they see me, then they hear me and they can't believe it. I love that.

There are 86,400 seconds in a day. Those seconds are critical.

Where love is there is no labor; and if there be labor, that labor is loved.

I think one of the things you have to learn if you're going to create believable characters is never to make generalizations about groups of people.

People needed to believe in gods, if only because it was so hard to believe in people.