Everyone knows everything about all of us. That's too much knowledge!

No, I don't regret anything at this point. That may change on the next phone call, but at the moment I don't regret anything.

Babies have big heads and big eyes, and tiny little bodies with tiny little arms and legs. So did the aliens at Roswell! I rest my case.

You have to create your life. You have to carve it, like a sculpture.

If saving money is wrong, I don't want to be right!

How do I stay so healthy and boyishly handsome? It's simple. I drink the blood of young runaways.

We're all embers from the same fire. Our ember winks out, we're ashes, we go back to the fire.

Has it ever occurred to you that how we deal with death is at least as important as how we deal with life?

Writing is truly a creative art - putting word to a blank piece of paper and ending up with a full-fledged story rife with character and plot.

The mysteriousness and mystique of space is such, that science fiction attempts to tantalize you by telling you a story that could possibly be out there and that's the appeal of science fiction.

Energy is the key to creativity. Energy is the key to life.

In crime and enmity they lie Who sin and tell us love can die, Who say to us in slander's breath That love belongs to sin and death.

When you write a book, you spend day after day scanning and identifying the trees. When you’re done, you have to step back and look at the forest.

The difference between where you are now and where you will get to later defines your range of work which you have to be responsible for.

Everything now will prepare you for the next step. Don't run from adversity; lean into it with all your heart and God will make you a leader worth following.

We are born with everything we need for a life of fulfilment and success.

As far as I'm concerned, there is only one absolute: God is love.

A car is useless in New York, essential everywhere else. The same with good manners.

Everything I have in this world, I owe to the sport of boxing, and I won't ever forget that.

Every morning we have a choice -- forget our dreams or live them.

If I have not read a book before, it is, for all intents and purposes, new to me whether it was printed yesterday or three hundred years ago.