Graves leaned forward, eyeing me. “Hey, Dru. You were French-kissing awinged snake. Creeptastic.

I love you!" he shouted, his eyes glowing laser green."I love you, okay? I'm not some hopeless retard you pull along behind you because you feel sorry for him! I love you and I'm going to prove it!

Who. Hit. You?

...when you're hard and unyielding your words score me with lines - I hate lines - I want curves - curves are happy like a snowman ...

I don't beg for those things which can be earned.

...And every day in heaven will be more beautiful than the one before it Davy, " assured Anne.

The secret parts of this city never ceased to amaze me.

Genius does what it must talent does what it can.

If somebody crafts an interesting tweet that’ll lead me to their blog, I’m going to their blog.

Kid, you'll move mountains.

At a certain point, you have to convince the actors that you've done the right thing. The way I work, if I can't convince them, I've got to move on. I can't coerce them or browbeat them.

Beautiful revelations of power are often written by the guy who got kicked around and didn’t have any power.

The highest perfection of politeness is only a beautiful edifice, built, from the base to the dome, of ungraceful and gilded forms of charitable and unselfish lying.