don’t mistake a new place for a new you.

That's how you know you really trust someone, I think; when you don't have to talk all the time to make sure they still like you or prove that you have interesting stuff to say.

When the reader and one narrator know something the other narrator does not, the opportunities for suspense and plot development and the shifting of reader sympathies get really interesting.

The kind of life I want is to be a person who would get a personal note every day.

Try a little tenderness.

I remember being in high school and listening to Vivaldi's 'Winter' and being so overwhelmed with emotion.

It makes me think of Lazarus. He must have had those shadows after his miracle. You don't spend time in the tomb without it changing you, and everyone who was waiting for you to come out.

I had them all fooled into believing I was normal and well-adjusted, a rock of sensibility who could always be counted on to have a positive attitude.

Life was mostly made up of things you couldn’t control, full of surprises, and they weren’t always good. Life wasn’t what you made it. You were what life made you.

Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete.

When the remembering was done, the forgetting could begin.

To be successful you have to be selfish, or else you never achieve. And once you get to your highest level, then you have to be unselfish. Stay reachable. Stay in touch. Don't isolate.

Trust in Allah but tie your camel first.

Wake up muscles we're in New York now.

The body of Christ is a multicultural citizenry of an otherworldly kingdom.

I build a wall around myself. I'm hard to get to know. Any trait you have, it gets worse as you go along.

Just before bedtime prayers, evaluate each day. Make plans for tomorrow that will move you toward your long-range goal. Strive for a close partnership with God in making your dreams come true.

Humility enforces where neither virtue nor strength can prevail, nor reason.

Continuity was the kind of place where anybody who came into the city from out of town to deliver some work could come over and hang out and we'd go down and have a few drinks.

The artist's life nourishes itself on the particular, the concrete.

Even the bravest men are frightened by sudden terrors.