As I look around the quiet room, I see a thousand leather covers like doorways into worlds unknown.

I couldn't take my eyes off him. Like a desert wanderer afraid of mirages, I gazed at my oasis, but he was real.

Books are boring, " James said as he wrote."They line the walls like a thousand leather doorways to be opened into worlds unknown, " I offered.

It was all real and blazing with detail. But I was shadow, light as mist, mute as the wallpaper.

A sea of dreams trapped in a span of pressed pages

I studied a crescent moon hung crooked in a plum purple sky and thought about what it would be like to truly be seen.

Perhaps I couldn’t tickle the inside of his ear, but I could reach the mysterious curves of his mind.

The miracle of everyday living is the blessed breath of life.

The Bible, divine thoughts of God.

Think people really want to know what's out there?""Probably not. People don't know what they want, Evelyn, or life wouldn't suck

At its edges, a painting makes its surrender to reality. The ways in which it can do so are endlessly revealing, as infinite as the potential forms of painting itself.

somethings can only be seen in the shadows

A real leader spends his time fixing the problem instead of finding who to blame.

you can die of the wrong thought as quick as of a bullet.

The test of interesting people is that subject matter doesn't matter.

In these times I don't, in a manner of speaking, know what I want; perhaps I don't want what I know and want what I don't know.

I never, never ever make a charge without supporting it. You may not agree with me, but I always offer tremendous amount of support.