Sorry, but the whole walking corpse epiphany kind of threw me off my game.

What if I was the sexual equivalent of popcorn? Suitable for light snacking only?

The worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through our fingers.

Chocolate says "I'm sorry" so much better than words.

You don't know me. Don't ever think you know me. The only things you know about me are the things you made me do, and that illustrates your character, not mine.

I am not cute. I am the dreaded Grim Reaper. People fear me, you know. There's a whole song about it.

At least you don’t need a prescription for tequila.

Stay for me. Stay with me. There will never be anyone else. Not in my bed. Not in my life. And not in my heart.

If she were going to die, I'd already be screaming. I'm a female bean sidhe. That's what we do.

You know, most girls sleep with a teddy bear or an extra pillow. But I gotta say, that's kinda hot.

...sometimes compassion is the greater part of honor.

I can't allow what we learned in English composition to disrupt the sound and rhythm of the narrative.

It's interesting, though, that in daily life, I think of myself as being relatively unobservant.

A healthy dose of guilt never hurt anybody. It's what civilization was built on, guilt. A highly underrated emotion.

All Southern state colleges and universities are open to black students.

I find more and more that I am a man of the 1920s. I still expect something exciting. Drinks, animated conversation, gaiety: the uninhibited exchange of ideas.

War and hunger and ignorance and despair know no religious barriers.

With songs, I've always pledged to be honest. I write my songs because I've lived them.

Canada has had populist movements in the past, virtually since its inception. I don't think the central Canadian elites have ever understood populism at all, particularly the Western version of it.

When your writing is unselfconscious, when it comes from your heart, that's when it's powerful.