Sometimes I dig holes for people to fall in. Then I shout, “I've got you!

There is nothing more beautiful than a vulnerable heart in open hands.

A light rain touches my cheek like an angel's butterfly kisses.

The day you were born the angels whispered, "She is going to love him until the day she dies.

I love to feel the temperature drop and the wind increase just before a thunderstorm. Then I climb in bed with the thunder.

I will never claim to know what you are thinking. I only hope I am on your mind.

Affection is invaluable. I will accept your heart as payment and change your mind.

My heart is flooded with love. Drowning is the way to go.

Open your heart and we will melt the key.

Part of me wanted to give him a piece of my mind. He didn't get it as a whole, so I will keep my peace.

Passion is a cobweb duster for the mind.

Death, he felt, was only a kind of warning rather than a desperate and permanent end.

Believe yourself again and again to find yourself.

I'm as much a victim of the romantic myth of 'getting away' as anyone else. My head tells me it's myth, but I don't want to believe it is.

I have already spent roughly five thousand hours asleep next to you. This has to mean something.

To bear adversity with an equal mind is both the sign and glory of a brave spirit.

My chronology is terrible. [Work with William Shawn] must have some ago. It was after he was fired by Newhouse. After New - when Newhouse bought The New Yorker, he said in one of those grand press

[Abortion] is an evil in and of itself, but it is not a religious evil in the beginning, no, it's a human evil. Then obviously, as with every human evil, each killing is condemned.

I admit I'm being paid well, but it's no more than I deserve. After all, I've been screwed more times than a hooker.

You can make sounds and music out of pretty much anything with a little imagination and putting your mind to it!

Again I must remind you that a dog's a dog-a cat's a cat.