His voice, even now, follows me everywhere on this longest of rides, this thing called life.

That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered.

Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it.

I fell in love with her when we were together, then fell deeper in love with her in the years we were apart.

You are, and always have been, my dream.

In the blink of an eye, something happens by chance - when you least expect it - sets you on a course that you never planned, into a future you never imagined.

I want you to be.... happy.

I mean, if the relationship can't survive the long term, why on earth would it be worth my time and energy for the short term?

The scariest thing about distance is that you don’t know whether they’ll miss you or forget you.

You can't live your life for other people. You've got to do what's right for you, even if it hurts some people you love.

Writing the last page of the first draft is the most enjoyable moment in writing. It's one of the most enjoyable moments in life, period.

Could our plodding, our daily persevering through a life we didn't expect, don't want and didn't choose, actually bring blessing?

We are figments of the same imagination… We are one

Doesn't sunlight kill them? Doesn't it turn them to dust, or make them burst into flames or something?""Nope. Vampires tan, just like you and me. Well, just like you. I tend to bleach.

Advertising is what you do when you can't go to see somebody. That's all it is.

If God drives a car, He'd drive a 1973 Ford LTD Brougham sedan with a claret-colored vinyl roof, with oxblood leather upholstery and an opera window.

The only way we can win is if we leave before the job is...done.

Let's put a limit to the scramble for money. ... Having got what you wanted, you ought to begin to bring that struggle to an end.

Praise them for what they do well, both privately and publicly.

Poems don't have to rhyme... Poems are about beauty and emotion; in other words poems are about feelings.

American history is a quagmire, and the more one knows, the quaggier the mire gets.