Common sense is a vastly overrated virtue. I myself prefer the spark of genius.

The smell of moist earth and lilacs hung in the air like wisps of the past and hints of the future.

the smell of lilacs crept poignantly into the room like a remembered spring.

Some people become so expert at reading between the lines they don't read the lines.

Shrews are made, not born.

You can't drown your troubles ... because troubles can swim.

There is no such thing as an ex-exhibitionist.

When you're counting alibis and not apples, one plus one equals none.

When someone gives me three reasons instead of one, I'm inclined not to believe any of them.

I wish people would quit telling me to think. I think. Thinking's easy. It's not thinking that's hard.

Violence is the instinctive response to fear.

How devastating to find 'the one' and not be 'their one.

What gets a steer from 80 to 1100 pounds in fourteen months is tremendous quantities of corn, protein and fat supplements, and an arsenal of new drugs.

Money is not real. It is a conscious agreement on measuring value.

The anxiety of falling in love could not find repose except in bed.

We hurt each other because we care about each other.

The house was as empty as a beer closet in premises where painters have been at work.

A song is a song and, if I am emotionally connected to do it, whether it is sad or not sad, I am going to chase that song.

Intuition is a suspension of logic due to impatience.

It is the enemy you underestimate who kills you.

Passions are likened best to floods and streams: The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb.