He was looking at her with amused suspicion. There was something between them, and even she had to acknowledge that a tame remark about the weather sounded perverse.

...falling in love could be achieved in a single word—a glance.

come back, come back to me

Imagining what it is like to be someone other than yourself is at the core of our humanity. It is the essence of compassion, and it is the beginning of morality.

I've never had a moment's doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life.

A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn and not easily mended.

True intelligence requires fabulous imagination.

When its gone, you'll know what a gift love was. you'll suffer like this. So go back and fight to keep it.

I believe the novella is the perfect form of prose fiction. It is the beautiful daughter of a rambling, bloated ill-shaven giant (but a giant who's a genius on his best days).

I'm holding back, delaying the information. I'm lingering in the prior moment because it was a time when other outcomes were still possible.

Observing human variety can give pleasure, but so too can human sameness.

I think that you certainly don't have to be aged and travel the world to write a poem.

I have eyes like a bullfrog, a neck like an ostrich and long, limp hair. You just have to be good to survive with that equipment.

Areas with lots of college students/young people can be a minefield, so I tend to avoid them.

Evil lurks where disappointment lodges.

I have, ever since the first day of my campaign, called for criminal justice reform.

She supposed that all those years of loving a person who was dishonest had taught her a few things.

Climate change is the greatest threat to our existence in our short history on this planet. Nobody's going to buy their way out of its effects.

The Savior taught us to love not only our friends but also those who disagree with us- and even those who repudiate us.

My career doesn't depend on painting Bill Clinton.

Objects in a park suggest static repose rather than any ongoing dialectic. Parks are finished landscapes for finished art .