It had always fascinated him that she'd consumed so many words, that her head was full of stories, told a thousand different ways.

It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon.

Sometimes you weren't supposed to share pain. Sometimes it was best just to deal with it alone.

Happiness is a risk. If you’re not a little scared, then you’re not doing it right.

Every life needs a little space. It leaves room for good things to enter it.

Don't let anyone see your vulnerable spots. Once they knew how to hurt you, they would do it again and again.

I needed to stop being what everyone thought I was.

The next morning dawned bright and sweet, like ribbon candy.

She looked like autumn, when leaves turned and fruit ripened.

You can't change where you come from, but you can change where you go from here. Just like a book. If you don't like the ending, you make up a new one.

She was so Southern that she cried tears that came straight from the Mississippi, and she always smelled faintly of cottonwood and peaches.

[poems are] crystals deposited after the effervescent contact of the spirit with reality.(cristaux deposes apres l'effervescent contact de l'esprit avec la realite)

Life has a whimsical way of kicking you in the throat. I find it tobe one huge cosmic joke at our expense, only nobody is laughingbut the forces that be—given that they are even a wee bit human.

The universe was playing with loaded dice, which insured an excess of cowards in our ranks.

A weak mind does not accumulate force enough to hurt itself stupidity often saves a man from going mad.

Prudery is often immodestly modest; its habit is to multiply sentinels in proportion as the fortress is less threatened.

All the rich families who used to own all the British estates have gone bust because their children have blown their money.

I've never known a situation in my career where a terrible script turned into a movie that was out of this world or was a success.

Those that can, do. Those that can't, complain.

I have a friend who says a beautiful painting can cure headaches, but I want it to cure a little bit more! I want it to cure the society of voting for Donald Trump.

All powerful souls have kindred with each other