Frickin' hit me with the speeding car, now. Take away my intense craving to force myself against him and taste his lips.

But when I close my eyes, I'm more like THIS under the surface: I'm laughing and scheming and dreaming.

A plop of rain hit me on the face, one of those early raindrops that turns up five minutes ahead of all the others to let you know it's time to get indoors.

We cannot embrace God's forgiveness if we are so busy clinging to past wounds and nursing old grudges.

Part of my job is to make sense of all that I hear, and to retell it in a forceful way so that the decision-makers at Treasury can hear it. At least that's how I see it.

Integrity eclipses image.

We want to know. If we don't know, we don't feel safe, we don't feel secure.

Our beds are empty two-thirds of the time. Our living rooms are empty seven-eighths of the time. Our office buildings are empty one-half of the time. It's time we gave this some thought.

A writer of fiction lives in fear. Each new day demands new ideas and he can never be sure whether he is going to come up with them or not.

I've done a lot of period stuff but that's mostly because, in England, we get off on a lot of period stuff, but it's not any kind of particular choice. That's where a lot of the work is.

The truth that many people never understand until it is too late is that the more you try to avoid suffering, the more you suffer.