Children, Hadley thinks to herself, children are more civilised than this gang on the sauce.

But writers and their woes: they couldn't be parted. Not for anything.

She kissed him but he didn't seem to recognize it.

The hangover: such a cure, she thinks, for overthinking.

Talents too many, not enough of any.

The longer I don't write, the more I hurt.

I want to be a good man, a good writer.""Be one or the other, Ernest, not both.

No man should be asked to live with so much sadness, and with so little promise of relief.

Ernest chose to go, she finally thinks, watching the fire turn the papers black. He loved her but he could not live anymore.

Martha thanks Sylvia, gesturing with the book. "Just remember not to try to hard with understanding it, " Sylvia says. "Like people, they're best not to be too thoroughly understood.

Paris without a good book is like a pretty girl with only one eye.

... To be in time means to change.

Silos will continue to be inevitable as long as the rewards for collaboration are outweighed by the rewards for competition.

It is a high patriotic duty that we support and sustain the men who have been placed in position of difficulty, burden, responsibility, and even danger as the result of our suffrages.

Im very excited to work with everybody on The Bridge - the cast, the writing staff, the executive producers - the show is really good. Im very lucky to be a part of it.

Everything is negotiable. Whether or not the negotiation is easy is another thing.

What you can't be with, won't let you be.

I would happily storm hell in the company of these troops ... how strongly they have demonstrated to the world that free men and women can fight like the dickens.

In a pitch black room, you can affirm "let their be light" or you can light one candle.

To marry without love betrays as surely as to love without marriage.

Revenge feels right only to those directly involved. Justice feels right even to outsiders.