Her lips against his, the sun soaking into their skin, and the sweet, fragrant breezes that wafted through this isolated picnic area was nothing short of perfection.

This date had started as bland and was speeding right along to abysmal.

The dreams that surfaced upon meeting up with him again winked out of existence, stars darkening for good.

Practice form, recognize forms, hone your natural gift, and let everything you experience teach you to never be a comparison. This is how art lasts, by pulling form first from the past.

I can't tell you how terribly glad I am that you're going to be all right, " George said, rather thickly. "I...I wouldn't know how to act without a twin.

He seemed like a walking blasphemy, a blend of the angel and the ape.

Art is a house that tries to be haunted.

Oprah tells women what to read, what to eat, what to think, what to do.

By the time they got to Denholm Street, day had been beaten back and the night was soaking through the city.

And so I pray I am today as honest with myself, with life all around me and below and above me, with all who I encounter.

Stupid — well, there are so many kinds of stupidity, and cleverness is one of the worst.

Choose a friend as thou dost a wife, till death separate you.