His attention. Sweet and intense at the same time. Like a barley sugar I could untwist from its plastic and hold in my mouth. A flood of secret pleasure.

I have a sort of . . . thing, I suppose, for certain words. They spark inside me, somehow, turning me to touchpaper, but I don't know what they are until someone says them.

I thought of Marius. Wild, wonderful, Byronic-fantasy Marius, who had somehow found something he wanted in the everyday quietness of me. Until he hadn't.

In daylight and up close, he was merciless, all smiles and freckles, the brightest, boldest flame a moth could wish for.

This is the story of my life: standing on the edges of things and worrying, when I'm supposed to just walk through them.

I'm not trying to upset you. I just think it's about time you move

Thank you, " I said bravely, dropping the syllables cleanly, like marbles, and secretly full of the most pathetic pride imaginable. I had spoken to strangers.

I'm clearly most well known for my music. Eventually, ultimately, I'll be writing books. I'm still writing articles now. I just consider myself a writer.

Famous crime stories almost always lead to the passing of new laws.

We are made to be immortal, and yet we die. It's horrible, it can't be taken seriously

I love the valiant; but it is not enough to wield a broadsword, one must also know against whom.

The ideal state for a philosopher, indeed, is celibacy tempered by polygamy.

If there is pain in my photographs, it relates to the pain in my own existence.

Faith is the assent to any proposition not made out by the deduction of reason but upon the credit of the proposer.

An enemy who sees the error of his ways ceases to be an enemy.

To get nominated by the Republican Party you've got to be pretty reactionary, really.

The duller eye may often see a thing sooner than the keener.