I hope that in my books there's an undertone of politics, basic tenets of how we should live.

I have a very varied taste in music. Everything from rap to classical to Latino to Rat Pack to jazz.

Two minds with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one.

Defiance through compliance.

Love is a wonderful thing, my dear, but it leaves you wide open for blackmail.

The cucumber and the tomato are both fruit; the avocado is a nut. To assist with the dietary requirements of vegetarians, on the first Tuesday of the month a chicken is officially a vegetable.

Books may look like nothing more than words on a page, but they are actually an infinitely complex imaginotransference technology that translates odd, inky squiggles into pictures inside your head.

If the real world were a book, it would never find a publisher. Overlong, detailed to the point of distraction-and ultimately, without a major resolution.

I collect ex-boyfriends -- and more than five, at last count.

If the real world were a book, it would never find a publisher.

Have you ever wondered how nostalgia isn"t what it used to be?

Greatness always indicates simplicity. Wisdom always results from curiosity.

I watched him carefully. He was making art because he has to, and because he's brave enough to try and make contact, right there on the edge of madness, where he dreams.

Lie until even you believe it - that's the real secret of lying

A woman betrayed is deadlier than a man's terror's

When a human's tears dry up forever, they transform into a monster

Songwriters can sort of get away with murder. You can throw out crazy theories and not have to back it up with data or graphs or research.

Evaluating the benefits and drawbacks of any relaitonship is your responsibility. You do not have to passively accept what is brought to you. You can choose.

We are, all of us, growing volcanoes that approach the hour of their eruption, but how near or distant that is, nobody knows- not even God.

The question, "What is the purpose thereof?" cannot be asked about anything which is not the product of an agent; therefore we cannot ask what is the purpose of the existence of God.

The brave, impetuous heart yields everywhere to the subtle, contriving head.