In 90 percent of cases, you could tell within a page or two whether the writer could write.

Don’t give me that Christian forgiveness bullshit, Dukach. I’m a vindictive Jew!” he’d bellow.

This is a love story. It’s about the good old days, when men were men and women were women and books were books.

Publishing would be so wonderful without those wretched authors.

For someone like myself in whom the ability to trust others is so cracked and broken that I am wretchedly timid and am forever trying to read the expression on people's faces.

Relationships take work. It isn’t true love if things go smoothly.

The future is the past in preparation.

Certainly the worker has nothing to lose by a change from government and capitalism to a condition of no government, of anarchy.

I like the concentration, the crush; I like working with language, as others like working with clay, or notes.

Every win, regardless a good or bad one, gives you more confidence.

No matter how you decide to spend a little more time on your gestures of giving, the point is just quite simply that you do.

Every organ, gland and cell in the body is affected by the condition of the colon.

I don't want to tell them what to take away from a movie, I think a movie should tell that.

There’s got to be something wrong with us. To do what we did.