I had enough electricity in my booty to jump-start the whole of New York City.

There's a part of me that thinks perhaps we go on existing in a place even after we've left it.

Literature can remind us that not all life is already written down: there are still so many stories to be told.

People are good or half good or a quarter good, and it changes all the time- but even on the best day nobody's perfect.

The repeated lies become history, but they don't necessarily become the truth.

We stumble on, thinks Jaslyn, bring a little noise into the silence, find in others the ongoing of ourselves. It is almost enough.

They told me Corrigan smashed all the bones in his chest when he hit the steering wheel. I thought, Well at least in heaven his Spanish chick'll be able to reach in and grab his heart.

I'm only telling you on the truth, " he said. "If you can't stand the truth, don't ask for it.

Rather he consoled himself with the fact that, in the real world, when he looked closely into the darkness he might find the presence of a light, damaged and bruised, but a little light all the same.

That's what I like about God. You get to know Him by His occasional absence.

Pain's nothing. Pains what you give, not what you get.

Creativity is impossible unless existing rules are broken. Let's break some.

One hears about life all the time from different people with very different narrative gifts.

You may flunk your exams in school and still make it in life, but if you flunk life's exams, you're sunk!

It's one of the advantages of being a woman. I get to do all sorts of unfair things, and you have to accept them because you're too polite not to. --Polgara

Exercise to live. Never live to exercise.

If you can make someone tear up a little bit and feel something in their throat, those are the best kinds. That generally means that there's got to be some love in there.

Love is the salt of life.

Boarding school didn't feel like my world, I felt like an alien; people there had a lot of money.

I'm tired of being this solemn poet of the masses, the enigma shrouded in a mystery.

There is nothing like fun, is there? I haven't any myself, but I do like it in others.