For in Mexico, ladies and gentlemen, it's always high noon and what glows is fuchsia and what's dead is dead and no feather-dusters.

Adversity refined as like gold.

I hope that real love and truth are stronger in the end than any evil or misfortune in the world.

...We die, we turn, we are reborn as we deserve to be reborn, based on our doings in this world." Will looked down at his bitten nails. "I will probably be reborn as a slug that someone salts.

You're crazy. You're impossible.' 'I'm crazy?' He tipped my chin up and planted a quick, rough kiss on my mouth. 'And I must be crazy for putting up with it.

In the end, I'd loved him enough to let go. From afar, I would love him forever.

I think we need to feel, to come together, to look at our differences as a benefit to who we are as people on the same planet.

There is no point in retaining a brand equity if it has no traction with consumers, or has no likelihood of doing so.

Success comes to a writer as a rule, so gradually that it is always something of a shock to him to look back and realize the heights to which he has climbed.

The good painter is the one who buries a color every day.

I think as a student I ended up liking so many different and conflicting things.