Don't do that again! Not ever again!" I told him."I should say the same to you, " he said. I could feel his breath, warm on my neck. "Promise me!" I demanded."I... I promise.""I can't lose you.

Losing your family... it puts fear in a different perspective, Chase had once told me.

He put a hand on his throat, as though trying to stop the words, but they came anyway. "You're home. To me.

I promise I'll come back. No matter what happens." Though his voice was only a whisper, there was a fierceness behind it. I believed him completely. "I'll wait for you, " I told him.

The ideal art, the noblest of art: working with the complexities of life, refusing to simplify, to "overcome" doubt.

Don't give up when you still have something to give. Because nothing is really over until the moment you stop trying,

An acorn is an oak tree inside out.

Friendship often ends in love but love in friendship - never.

Ann Winder-Boyle's small-scale encaustic pictures always reward a second look - they have an intriguing edge of darkness about them.

I thought Eric Clapton was good. He still is. Not only is he good - he's rock's #1 guitarist, and he plays blues better than most of us

Generally our confidences move downward rather than upward; in our secret affairs, we employ our inferiors much more than our bettors.

Not being known doesn't stop the truth from being true.

I went to eight different schools my first nine years of school.

A fellow gets to thinking. About all the sorrow and afflictions in this world; how it's liable to strike anywhere, like lightning.