I tried his cell over and over but he never answered. Then I’d call just to hear his voice on the outgoing message, until eventually that was gone too.

That's how you know you really trust someone, I think; when you don't have to talk all the time to make sure they still like you or prove that you have interesting stuff to say.

When the reader and one narrator know something the other narrator does not, the opportunities for suspense and plot development and the shifting of reader sympathies get really interesting.

The kind of life I want is to be a person who would get a personal note every day.

Try a little tenderness.

I remember being in high school and listening to Vivaldi's 'Winter' and being so overwhelmed with emotion.

It makes me think of Lazarus. He must have had those shadows after his miracle. You don't spend time in the tomb without it changing you, and everyone who was waiting for you to come out.

I had them all fooled into believing I was normal and well-adjusted, a rock of sensibility who could always be counted on to have a positive attitude.

Life was mostly made up of things you couldn’t control, full of surprises, and they weren’t always good. Life wasn’t what you made it. You were what life made you.

Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete.

When the remembering was done, the forgetting could begin.

It's always darkest before dawn. We just have to wait a little while longer. The sun always rises.

But still he remembered wondering, at the age of ten, is it better to be safe or to be free?

Religion comes not where reign fundamentalism and authoritarianism.

Lincoln on Grant: "He makes things get. Wherever he is, he makes things move.

I've got an allergy to looking too neat.

If you think about what acting is supposed to be, my job is to disappear.

One of the fondest expressions around is that we can't be the world's policeman. But guess who gets called when suddenly someone needs a cop.

You were born with your legs apart. They'll send you to the grave in a Y-shaped coffin.

Try not to sing too many sad songs for yourself. The universe already hates you. Self-pity isn't going to help.

Idiots don't know they're idiots, which is unfortunate.