The trouble with excuses, however, is that they become inevitably difficult to believe after they’ve been used a couple of times.

The only things I regret, and the only things I'll ever regret are things I didn't do. In the end, that's what we mourn. The paths we didn't take. The people we didn't touch.

Everything creepy and Southern isn't Faulknerian, just like everything annoying isn't Kafkaesque.

You're all I care about," I said. "No. And me. The person I am when I'm with you, the way I see myself and know myself. That person who lives only when I'm with you.

It was a once in a lifetime thing. I hate to think it but I bet it's true. It's too bad for us that our once in a lifetime happened when were too young to handle it.

No pain could match the emptiness of separation, no agony rivaled the unreality of not being with her.

I thought of my mother (...). Freud wrote that no man is secure in the love of his mother can ever be a failure. Well, I had been busy proving that theory wrong.

I never felt so large and important as I did when being in love was everything. I saw you walking a foot above the earth and I remembered that was where I used to walk.

I try to know as much as I can about a book before the beginning, but I never know exactly where it's going to end.

A novelist is someone who sits around the house all day in his underwear, trying not to smoke.

All I wanted was what I'd already had. That exultation, that love. It was my one real home; I was a visitor everywhere else.

[Ruth’s] disposition is the same all the time—very sweet and very gracious and very charming. When it comes to spiritual things, my wife has had the greatest influence on my ministry.

In your emotions: exercise Joy over sadness.

A broken heart bleeds tears.

It is commonly seen by experience that excellent memories do often accompany weak judgements.

Dissimilarity of habit tends more than anything to destroy affection.

Thousands are losing their jobs and homes, while corporations are being bailed out with billions of dollars.

The world's a rollercoaster and I am not strapped in. Maybe I should hold with care, but my hands are busy in the air.

I think it's for the critics to decide whether or not their loathing of the play is based on something other than the play's merits or demerits. They must search their own souls, or whatever.

You're using your headphones to drown out your mind

I don’t regret how much I love, and I avoid those who repent their passion.