He once had lips as cold as stone and a heart that equally matched, but I had managed to warm him up and now all I could sense was his need for me.

What we are reluctant to touch often seems the very fabric of our salvation.

How is it possible, I think, to change so much and not be able to change anything at all?

I've learnt something from every failure. The products I helped design at the first two companies I worked for were utter failures. But now I know why.

Conscience is the authentic voice of God to you.

But what does it mean, the plague? It's life, that's all.

The idea of "making art for art's sake" makes no sense for me. Each area of my life, all the roles I play, influences the others.

We haven't been happy with the way the war has been handled. The president has changed his reasons for being over there every time a reason is proven false or an objective reached.

I've never been able to write a book without one very strong character in my rucksack.

I don't need to be married, but I feel married.