The only way I can keep clear of force is by justice. Far from being willing to execute his enemies, a real king must be willing to execute his friends.

No comment" is a comment so I never really understood.

Maybe loneliness is an acquired taste, or maybe it's like plunging your hand in ice water--it hurts like hell in the beginning, and then you go numb.

The effect of change in surroundings is like that of lapse of time in making the past seem remote.

Whatever he's feeling at a given moment is what he's always been and always will be feeling.

No matter how close people get, they never reach each other. Including us now. Even now, there's a place where each of us is alone.

It happens to the best of them. You lay off singing and your throat gets out of practice. No excuses. I blew it.

It's almost two societies, the living and the dead, and you live with them both.

Necessity is the last and strongest weapon.

Everybody wants to go to heaven. They just don't want God to be there when they get there.

Normally, I spend a week on the outline and take two weeks to write the book.