For one man is my world of all the men this wide world holds; O love, my world is you.

In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.

Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun.

Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing.

Love came down at Christmas, Love all lovely, Love Divine; Love was born at Christmas; Star and angels gave the sign.

Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.

We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?

My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit.

Choose love not in the shallows but in the deep.

What is the beginning? Love. What is the course. Love still. What the goal. The goal is love.

Silence is more musical than any song.

Instinct is a makeshift, an admission of helplessness before the problem of reality.

Let's try to bring more style into basics, and let's touch real people all around the world, people who don't really care who Christophe Lemaire is.

Some people say Im attractive. I say I agree.

What can make your work interesting is as much who you are, as how you draw.

At GQ, there was never a temptation to pander or preach to the choir because I had no concept of who the reader was or what that reader might want.

Money cannot fill an empty soul.

As a novelist, I'm endlessly fascinated by human behavior and interactions.

I've got some of my best yarns from park benches, lamp posts and newspaper stands.

The only way to combat failure is to see it as an opportunity to improve your direction.