Do you love me?" I ask.In your hesitation I found my answer.

Before I fellin love with words, with setting skies and singing birds—it was you I fellin love with first.

I don't think all writers are sad, she said.I think it's the other way around—all sad people write.

She lends her pen, to thoughts of him, that flow from it, in her solitary.For she is his poet, And he is her poetry.

Xs and OsLove is a gameof tic-tac-toe, constantly waiting, for the next x or o.

Without a doubt, I must read, all the booksI've read about.See the artworkshung on hooks, that I have only, seen in books.

The scatterbrain, is a little like, the patter of rain.Neither here, nor there, but everywhere.

What was it like to lose him?" Asked Sorrow. There was a long pause before I responded:It was like hearing every goodbye ever said tome—said all at once.

In a sea of strangers, you've longed to know me.Your life spent sailingto my shores.

Own only what you can always carry with you: know languages, know countries, know people. Let your memory be your travel bag.

You shall learn, though late, the lesson of how to be discreet.

Carl took on the military-industrial complex. He campaigned around the world for an end to the production of weapons of mass destruction. To him it was a perversion of science.

People like nonfiction presented to them in a certain way, so that they don't have to think about whether it's true or not. They like it to have that imprimatur of respectability, of genuineness.

I feel a little like Rod Tidwell from Jerry Maguire

There are Two Secrets to Success: 1. Don't tell ANYONE Everything you know 2.If you have to ask what Jazz is, you'll never know.

When people don't do anything they don't think anything, and when people don't think anything there's nothing to think about them.

Paris is a mighty schoolmaster, a grand enlightener of the provincial intellect.

No Discourse whatsoever, can End in absolute Knowledge of Fact.

The law of floatation was not discovered by contemplating the sinking of things, but by contemplating the floating of things which floated naturally, and then intelligently asking why they did so.