Ed?" Ritchie says later. We're still standing in the water. "There's only one thing I want.""What's that, Ritchie?"His answer is simple."To want.

The night is alive with stars, and when I lie down and look up, I get lost up there. I feel like I’m falling, but upward, into the abyss of sky above me.

Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.

That was when the world wasn't so big and I could see everywhere. It was when my father was a hero and not a human.

My arms are killing me. I didn't know words could be so heavy.

I'm just another stupid human.

All my friends seem to be smart arses. Don't ask me why. Like many things, it is what it is.

Have you ever noticed that idiots have a lot of friends? It's just an observation.

I feel the fear, but I walk fast toward it.

Sometimes people are beautiful.Not in looks.Not in what they say.Just in what they are.

That’s when I have to ask him. “Can you really talk like that? Being holy and all?”“What? Because I’m a priest?” He finishes the dregs of his coffee. “Sure. God knows what’s important.

I started tapping and I was okay. Then after about two years my feet knew what they were doing!

Writers don't need to be given formulas; they need to be shown possibilities.

I drive around the streets an inch away from weeping, ashamed of my sentimentality and possible love.

It's more important to try to do something for the crores of poor people of my country.

I have worked with several dance companies.

[My novels] introduce levels of intelligence ... moral doubt [and] self-doubt, which may not pertain [to real-world espionage].

A writer should have another lifetime to see if he's appreciated.

Pain in all its forms is also a message, a kind of distress signal to our hearts and minds. There are times when it's really important to tune into that message and just listen to it.

Whosoever in writing a modern history shall follow the truth too near the heels it may haply strike out his teeth.