I'm on the last great journey here--and people ant me to tell them what to pack.

The teaching goes on

True love is a star surrounded by stars.

Having a birthday cake squashed into your face by young kids? Delicious. I always don a Santa suit at Christmas. Remaining childish is a tremendous state of innocence.

My school of thought is, anything goes, but I can't do that anymore.

Without the story - in which everyone living, unborn and dead, participates - men are no more than bits of paper blown on the cold wind.

You cannot eat your cake and have it.

The child lives in a world which he unhesitatingly believes accessible to all around him.

He went like one that hath been stunn'd, And is of sense forlorn: A sadder and a wiser man He rose the morrow morn.

Just because something's damaged doesn't mean it shouldn't be treated with respect.' 'Ad,' Wallace said, 'it's a coffee table, not an orphan.

I let my characters do the talking, simple as that.

I don't want an epitaph on my gravestone that says, 'He would have pursued some big dreams in his life, but other people wouldn't let him.