Father once said the real language of diplomacy was in the space between words.

Her power was a wrenching thing, starless black and sorrow, but my magic was something more...it was hope.

And in such bliss does devastation grow.

Who wanted to be smiled at by the girl that trailed shadows like pets, conjured snakes and waited for Death, her bridegroom, to steal her from these walls?

I love you, " he murmured into my hair. "You are my night and stars, the fate I would fix myself to in any life.

I know your soul. Everything else is just an ornament.

You know nothing about me." "I know your soul. Everything else is an ornament.

My joy was ghostly, like something not quite realized.

He loved her. And she loved him. And in such bliss does devastation grow.

A memory is a fine legacy to leave behind.

I promised you the moon for your throne and stars to wear in your hair, " said Amar, gesturing inside. "And I always keep my promises.

Loving connections are intimately associated with belief. The more connected we are, the more we believe in each other.

The author says the pastor who does not pray is a "mere official" who gets into his office by the necessity of the bread it provides.

Love is more responsible, when it's titled a definite relation...

I don't know why everyone is making dance movies. I auditioned for three dance movies in the past two months and for one of them I just couldn't do it.

Greater than scene is situation. Greater than situation is implication. Greater than all of these is a single, entire human being, who will never be confined in any frame.

I should have written more. I should have written more during the period when I just liked so much doing the political work in the streets.

In matters of feeling and of the heart, too much is always better than too little.

Whenever I am sent a new book on the lively arts, the first thing I do is look for myself in the index.

I'm Lou Barletta, and I'm a small town defender.

All them weird chords which don't mean a thing...you got no melody to remember, and no beat to dance to