I remembered what it was like to die-the pain, the fear, the doubt, and the unknown. Somehow I had cheated death once. Now I was about to try again.

What if all religiouns were stories, and all stories were true?

I didn't panic until my chest collapsed and I couldn't breathe. I gasped until I no longer had a throat to do it with. I didn't feel like I was holding my breath - it was more like I had no lungs.

What if all religions were stories, and all stories were true.

A thousand laughing suns are in your eyes. A thousand crying stars in mine.

If you want to write, write. It’s as simple as that.

It's like she thinks my job is to please her, and that should be my dearest wish, and when I don't please her - I get shut out.

High expectations are the key to everything.

Life isn't pretty but it sure is beautiful.

I do a lot of serious stuff, but I'm not a very serious guy.

In literature as in ethics, there is danger, as well as glory, in being subtle. Aristocracy isolates us.

Are not beauty and delicacy the same?

My fathers peripatetic career also gave me critical perspective when it came to my own career choices.

For hope is always born at the same time as love.