I remember that feeling of skin. It'sstrange to remember touch more than thought. But my fingersstill tingle with it.

And it's hard to hate someone once you understand them.

The people we care for aren't always the one we should

How long will you keep me?" I asked. You shrugged. "Forever, of course.

You saw me before I saw you. You had that look in your eyes, as if you wanted something. Wanted it for a long time.

Those blue, blue eyes, icy blue, looking back at me as if I could warm them up. They’re pretty powerful, you know, those eyes, pretty beautiful, too.

Far, far away something made a single ghostly howl, like a banshee in the dark.

It was like I existed in a kind of parallel universe, thinking thoughts and feelings that no one else understood.

Nobody's bought this land. And no one's going to want it either. It's dying land, lonely land." "Like me, then," I said. "Yes, like you." You chewed the corner of your lip. "You both need saving.

Because it's magic, this place . . . beautiful. And you're beautiful . . . beautifully separate. It all fits.

I craved your warmth. I hugged myself, rubbing my fingers up and down. I guess people are like insects sometimes, drawn to heat, A kind of infra-red longing.

No person is great in isolation. It takes many hands to shape a life. Denial would mean conceit, and conceit is not the same as self-respect.

The people of God cannot be changed until the outcasts are restored to its body.

An author must gorge himself on ten thousand images to select the magical one that can define a piece of the world in a way one has never considered before.

Entrepreneur, if your distinction isn't angering the mediocre, it's actually mediocre.

How few our real wants and how vast our imaginary ones!

Don't call my lyrics poetry. It's an insult to real poets.

When you don't show up as who you are, people fall in love with who you're not. Then when they find out who you are, that's when they leave.

I've never had an easy relationship with critics. I hold a lot of homicide in my heart. If this was another time, I'd be packing a piece.

For Christians this present life is the closest they will come to Hell. For unbelievers, it is the closest they will come to Heaven.

Ideas aren't a sideshow that make our factory a little more valuable. Our factory is a sideshow that makes our ideas a little more valuable!