When all is said and done, the weather and love are the two elements about which one can never be sure.

...and so many orchards circled the village that on some crisp October afternoons the whole wold smelled like pie.

...early on Monday evening, when the sky was the color of a velvet ribbon falling over the hills.

Of course it hurt you neanderthal! See that? Thats blood. If theres blood, theres pain. Its like smoke and fire.

O Lord lead me along a sacred straight path.

Nobody actually looks like what they really are on the inside. You don't. I don't.

Men are so isolated, prisoners of their own wretched selves, that they can be unbelievably sociable.

I've been a screenwriter for twenty-five years. Every one of my books have been optioned for movies and I have written a few of those screenplays.

Revenge is a really narrow scope through which to view things. In the same way secrets do, it has this ability to warp everything. But secrets are more inward, and revenge is outward.

Poetry finds its perilous equilibrium somewhere between music and speech.

I often think we're most happy when we forget the time.

Nay, Sir, those who write in them, write well, in order to be paid well.

So long as there are nobles and commoners, the wealthy and the poor, those with power will be heard, and those without ignored. That's the world.