All roads lead to success. Yours...or someone else's

You're upset, you're cold, and you're wet, wouldn't you rather discuss all this over a pot of hot tea?" Yes, but I wasn't going to say so.

Writing is my passion, not my job. I need to write as much as I need to breathe, if not more.

It grossed something like 12 million dollars and started a cycle of so-called boy-meets-ghoul horror films.

A lot of people think I'm retiring, but I've been telling a fib. I've been forced to leave this job because I gave $75,000 to the Clinton Foundation.

We never get far from wealth and all of its masks when we deal with power.

Strong and healthy, who thinks of sickness until it strikes like lightning? Preoccupied with the world, who thinks of death, until it arrives like thunder?

I decided it is better to scream. . . . Silence is the real crime against humanity.

Everything just fell into place with Ronnie and me. We completed each other.

You have to interpret what's hot to make it work on yourself. If tweed suits are in, but you're not a suit kind of girl, wear the jacket with jeans and a pair of Converses.

These are people who are capable of devotion, public devotion, to justice. They meant what they said and every day that passes, they mean it more.