There's no getting rid of you. You are already in my bloodstream and woven into the marrow of my bones.

And as I venture into anothers pit of everlasting darkness, I'll return with a simple blackened rose. and with that rose I shall write the stories it tells.

Especially as I was an old friend, or at least I was a person she had known for a long time, which after a certain point is almost the same thing...

So, Gwardian, are you going to stand there, or may I have some privacy so I can bathe? We aren't all as full of ourselves as you are.

He gives twice who gives promptly.

We're making far too big a deal out of our sexual preferences. It's just another form of narcissism, and I think it can be a big problem and a tremendous obstacle.

I think I've far exceeded what I ever thought I could possibly do. I'm almost shocked that I'm still around after all of these years . . . and always grateful that I get another turn to do something.

You can't pretend to be a Sharon Stone or a Marilyn Monroe. You really can't fake that.

Who thinks of justice unless he knows injustice?

Art is the retelling of certain themes in a new light, making them accessible to the public of the moment.

The best book, like the best speech, will do it all - make us laugh, think, cry and cheer - preferably in that order.