Don’t kiss me, ” she said warningly.“I don’t intend to, ” he replied, smiling a little. “I don’t have my whip and chair with me.

I’m Sam Donovan.” “I know who you are. Mrs. Kulavich told me. I’m Jaine Bright.” “I know. She told me. She even told me how you spell your name.” Now, how on earth had Mrs. Kulavich known that?

Some girls had mothers who never called them beautiful but swore their love up and down. It's all the same, really. All bullshit.

Have you ever felt in your inmost being, the conscience of others?' again she was trembling, the words were not releasing her. 'It's intolerable you know

I know it is wet and the sun is not sunny, but we can have lots of good fun that is funny.

I don't really distinguish between sympathy and honesty when I'm writing. The two go together - I'm interested in inhabiting my characters, seeing the world through their eyes.

Should not the role of design be to reconnect human beings with their space on their land?

Egotism is the anesthetic that dulls the pain of stupidity.

The ultimate politeness in art consists of speaking only to those who are able to uncover and measure its relationships. Anything else is symbolic, and symbolism is merely transcendental imagery.

I believe myself that there's a great deal more interest and engagement among Americans than our politicians recognize.

I've always felt that kids are really smart.

A man can only grow to a certain point when alone; to grow further you need some "irrational shocks", like a wife and children; a dramatic change to your own life.