I begin with songs. They provide a sort of skeleton grammar for me to flesh out. Songs of longing for future tense, songs of regret for past tense, and songs of love for present tense.

The dachshund is a perfectly engineered dog. It is precisely long enough for a single standard stroke of the back, but you aren't paying for any superfluous leg.

How can you hear your soul if everyone is talking?

When it comes down to it, I don't have much in the way of advice to offer you, but here it is: Read to children. Vote. And never buy anything from a man who's selling fear.

Wisdom begins when you discover the difference between "That doesn't make sense" and "I don't understand.

God save us from idealists! They dream of a world without injustice, and what crime won't they commit to get it! I swear, Mirella, I'll settle for a world with good manners.

The sparrow still falls.

If we keep demanding that God yield up His answers, perhaps some day we will understand them. And then we will be something more than clever apes, and we shall dance with God.

No matter how dark the tapestry God weaves for us, there's always a thread of grace.

Watching him with one eye, she wondered if men ever figured out that they were more appealing when they were pursuing their own work than when they were pursuing a woman.

Love is a debt, she thought. When the bill comes, you pay in grief.

Do not let arrogance go to your head and despair to your heart

I try to smile at her, but I can't extend my flexibility training to my mouth, it just won't move.

If you want to know the value of a week ask the editor of a weekly magazine if he fails to meet up with the target of his weekly publication.

Due to circumstances beyond my control, I am master of my fate and captain of my soul.

Some 5 billion years from now, there will be a last perfect day on Earth... then the sun will begin to die, life will be extinguished, the oceans will boil and evaporate away.

Fashion needs to be worn.

It is impossible to find a single example of a monopoly that has ever existed without official protection.

‎For Tempus...was a dozen storm gods' avatar; no army he sanctified could know defeat; no war he fought could not be won. Combat was life to him; he fought like the gods themselves.

You know, we travelled a lot when I was a kid because my father was wherever the work was.

When it comes to performing and entertaining, the art removes itself from the writing.