I've loved him for a decade. And I had him for one day before I made a complete and utter mess of things. Or he did. I'm still not sure about that.

But she had dreamed of being his for too long. He had quite ruined her for a marriage of convenience. She wanted everything from him: his mind, his body, his name and, most of all, his heart.

why couldn't someone, somewhere, want her for her ?

Once a man began thinking with his body, intelligent decisions came few and far between.

I have been up to see the Congress and they do not seem to be able to do anything except to eat peanuts and chew tobacco, while my army is starving.

No one is pro-abortion.

It's very hard to teach someone how to write a song if to begin with there's no creative crop to harvest.

I was a commodity, like a hot dog. It was like hot dogs and Betty Hutton.

Moving to the country has been incredibly good for my work, for my sense of perspective.

I rarely return to characters. My characters, at least most of them, are much more a part of that superorganism that is the story than separate and independent creatures.

I really just can't watch myself. I see all the machinery at work and it just drives me nuts.

If you have something to say, you will be given the power to say it.

Palestinians are becoming religiously fanatic. Israel is becoming irrelevant. They do it for religious purpose, fanatic, they want to conquer the Middle East under the command of the Iranians.