They got everything money can buy, their bank accounts are fat, but they ain't happy. They ain't ever gonna be happy. You know why? They soul broke. And money can't fix that, no sir.

I leapt eagerly into books. The characters’ lives were so much more interesting than the lonely heartbeat of my own.

But wasn't there some sort of rule that said parents had to be smarter than their kids? It didn't seem fair.

I stared at the enormous homes, the landscaping and flower beds immaculate. It was as if dollar bills, instead of leaves, hung from the trees.

They have a baby grand piano, but no one in the family plays. They have shelves of books they've never read, and the tension between the couples was so thick it nearly choked us.

Light fell, and so did my confidence.

We sat and drank in silence. It was something I appreciated about Jesse. He didn't feel the need to fill every moment with talk or some sort of silly exchange.

We pushed to the edge of recklessness, yet I felt safe.

He wrapped his arms around me and planted a kiss straight on my lips, hard and long. It felt like I was watching the kiss instead of being inside of it.

And she didn't judge nobody. She loved everyone equal- accountants, queers, musicians, she welcomed us all, said we were all idiots just the same.

The only reason I'd lift my skirt is to pull a pistol and plug you in the head.

Screaming and repeating lies makes them neither true nor more believable.

I believe that which you study is only matched in importance by the sincerity with which you approach it.

It isn't a weakness to accept kindness. It isn't a weakness to allow yourself to be cared for.

As long as we know in our hearts what Christmas ought to be, Christmas is.

Spring is always cruel, with its false promise of resurrection.

I want great food and wine, and friends to enjoy it all.

Nicole Kidman in particular seems to bring out the butt-kisser in the sassiest of hackettes, as they ceaselessly strive to portray her as some sort of cross between Mother Teresa and Marilyn Monroe.

Taken everything I've got, all I've got's this sunny afternoon.

What can it matter to me, that I succeed or fail ? The undertaking is none of mine, if they want me to succeed I'll fail, and vice versa, so as not to be rid of my tormentors.

Literature is my calling To hold up the mirror to my countrymen comes natural to me; and in the open field of invention I am not without hopes of giving them pleasure.