Wait, I almost shouted, but didn’t, and that would be my burden to bear. Instead, I stood on the curb and I watched him disappear, lights fading in the distance like waking up from a dream.

A future as lonely as the surface of the moon and still just the sight of him feels like a homecoming, like a song I used to know but forgot.

Nothing about you, my dear, has ever been lost on me.

It's a myth that boys don't like to gossip.

We live in a system that espouses merit, equality, and a level playing field, but exalts those with wealth, power, and celebrity, however gained.

And he looked lonely enough that she said, 'If you like, you could be my friend'.

My sister started to smell trouble when on the second day of her honeymoon the groom started asking for separate checks.

It's something I've always kicked around, not doing the eBook but the Rich Man, Poor Man thing.

I really prize and love great painting. It's so out of date now. It's slightly come back in.

I don't have big ideas. I sometimes have small ideas, which seem to work out.

The magic of childhood is the strangeness of childhood — the uniqueness that makes us see things that other people don't see.

People don't want to hang around someone that you don't know how they're going to react to anything you do or say.

I'm a huge fan of The Sopranos, and suddenly, you find yourself going one-to-one with this guy who you've been watching for years, watching every flicker in his eye and every detail on his face.

Emails get reactions. Phone calls start conversations.