This is a roadside attraction, ' said Wednesday. 'One of the finest. Which means it is a place of power.

He had kissed her good night that night, and she had tasted like strawberry daiquiris, and he had never wanted to kiss anyone else again.

As sure as water's wet and days are long and a friend will always disappoint you in the end.

Media. I think I have heard of her. Isn't she the one who killed her children?

Call no man happy, said Shadow, until he is dead

The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies.

I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating.

I could be blindfolded and dropped into the deepest ocean and I would know where to find you. I could be buried a hundred miles underground and I would know where you are.

I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.

All your questions can be answered, if that is what you want. But once you learn your answers, you can never unlearn them.

Chicago happened slowly, like a migraine. First they were driving through countryside, then, imperceptibly, the occasional town became a low suburban sprawl, and the sprawl became the city.

Love is the mighty force of mind, soul and body.

Words do two major things: They provide food for the mind and create light for understanding and awareness.

Behind every cloud is another cloud.

Those persons who are burning to display heroism may rest assured that the course of social evolution will offer them every opportunity.

Perhaps nothing is so fraught with significance as the human hand.

Most times when you try to be all things to all people, you end up being nothing.

I'm not sure that Enrique Pena expected Donald Trump to take him up on his offer to come to Mexico and meet with him in the short period of time that there is between now and the elections.

Don't go to business school.

Every kid loves fairy tales, stories of witches and giants and magicians. Then, when you get a little older you can't read fairy tales anymore.

When grace combines with wrinkles, it is admirable. There is an indescribable light of dawn about intensely happy old age. . . . The young person is handsome, but the old, superb.