Considering she’d just blown his gray matter into the ether, he was screwed.

She needed to come with an instructional manual. And one not written in Spanish.

I loved you as a boy and fell in love with you as a man. You’re in here so deep that there is no you, no me. Only us.

He needed a stiff drink. With a side of straightjacket.

He bit back a weary sigh and tried to remember strangling her would solve squat.

Urges. Mercy, the urges.

Her sudden grin depleted some of his brain cells. She was evil like that.

That dress was designed to be a kill switch for rational thought.

That's the beginning of magic. Let your imagination run and follow it.

Before the cards that one is dealt by life are the cards that fate has dealt: one's family.

One of the rarest things that a man ever does, is to do the best he can.

Although the detail of our sexual energies and their objects and objectives vastly vary, the existence of our sexuality itself is an undeniable truth.

Sometimes I feel a lot of things but I keep it in. I'm sure we all have this built-in radar of what we predict and when it happens, we feel 'I knew it'.

Make good scouts of yourselves, become good rifle shots so that if it becomes necessary that you defend your families and your country that you can do it.

Peaceful New Yorkers, pls refute the Ground Zero mosque plan if you believe catastrophic pain caused @ Twin Towers site is too raw, too real.

A novel is a mirror which passes over a highway. Sometimes it reflects to your eyes the blue of the skies, at others the churned-up mud of the road.

If you can survive 'Saturday Night Live,' then you're good as far as show business is concerned.

Sometimes it can feel like there are a billion people on my shoulders.