I am your number one fan.

He lay back, put his arm over his eyes, and tried to hold onto the anger, because the anger made him feel brave. A brave man could think. A coward couldn't.

Such an ego simply forbade certain lines of thought.

There are lots of guys out there who write a better prose line than I do and who have a better understanding of what people are really like and what humanity is supposed to mean – hell, I know that.

He felt as he always did when he finished a book — queerly empty, let down, aware that for each little success he had paid a toll of absurdity.

... good advice was sometimes easier to give than receive.

He felt gladness roar through his soul.

A brave man could think. A coward couldn't.

But if you needed to HAVE AN IDEA, boredom could be to a roadblocked novel what chemotherapy was to a cancer patient.

... when editors were flattered, they would sometimes give in on some of their mad ideas.

She was crazy but he needed her. Oh I am in so much trouble he thought, and stared blindly up at the ceiling as the droplets of sweat began to gather on his forehead again.

How well you express it! That is exactly the curse of a politician's life. He has to bow to the country's feeling, however dangerous and foolhardy he knows it to be.

All you need to find a strong, loving man is the knowledge and understanding of the power you have as a woman.

We bereaved are not alone. We belong to the largest company in all the world--the company of those who have known suffering.

There are some cities in the world, they would have looked much more beautiful had they never been a city and İstanbul is such a city!

Before we acquire great power we must acquire wisdom to use it well.

You define beauty for yourself, society doesn’t define your beauty. Your spirit and your faith defines your beauty.

When you accept that you may fail, you can accomplish anything. Fear can be so debilitating. Every day I'm faced with difficult decisions, but losing the fear helps me make the right choices.

So, I'm not on a diet. I'm on a journey with Jesus to learn the fine art of self-discipline for the purpose of holiness.

In the theater of confusion, knowing the location of the exits is what counts.

We are consciousness. We may not always be monkeys.