The city was dark except for the building lights that seemed to appear like sores - like bandaids had been ripped off to expose the city's skin.

Not a beauty queen. Not one of those. You know the ones. She was real.

It is early, early morning. It's that time when it's still dark but you know the day is coming. Blue is bleeding through black. Stars are dying.

My own eyes try to sleep, but they don't. They stay wide awake as time snarls forward and silence drops down, like measured thought.

Because you don't learn anything unless you can find the patience to read. TV takes that away from you. It robs you from your mind.

The pages and the words are my world, spread out before your eyes and for your hand to touch. Vaguely, I can see you face looking down into me, as I look back. Do you see my eyes?

A couple of them were school beauty-queen pretty while a few were that more real-looking type. A realer kind of pretty.

All four of us were young and undaunted and our smiles were so strong that it made me smile even then on the couch, with a kind of loss.

... tried praying for him ...but I couldn't. I just couldn't. Don't ask me why. I hoped that he was okay, but I couldn't summon the strength to pray for it.

I wanted nothing for free.Nothing came for free at our place anyway.

One good punch from Rube on me would send the sky into my head and the clouds into my lungs. I just always tried to stay up.

Life is like a steering wheel, it only takes one small move to change your entire direction.

I am no longer accepting the things I cannot change. I am changing the things I cannot accept.

Suicide is man's way of telling God, 'You can't fire me - I quit!

Writingis an art; and artistsare human beings. As a human being stands, so a human being is

Talking to people makes me feel like sleeping. Only my ghostly and imaginary friends, only the conversations I have in my dreams, are genuinely real and substantial.

Surviving the first round is never my aim. Ideally, I'd be in one group with Brazil, Argentina and Germany. Then I'd have lost two rivals after the first round. That's how I think. Idealisitic.

I'm really not feeling one way or the other with comedy or drama, I'm just sort of doing projects that I've been finding really fun to be a part of.

Christ cannot possibly have been a Jew. I don't have to prove that scientifically. It's a fact.

The worst of my actions or conditions seem not so ugly unto me as I find it both ugly and base not to dare to avouch for them.

God made something special when He made you.