Jesus Christ-" "Is Not here right now," the man in black replied,"and even if he were, he could not save you.

Good ideas stay with you until you eventually write the story.

Know your genre. Know your history. Read a book.

Jesus Christ-" "Is Not here right now, " the man in black replied, "and even if he were, he could not save you.

I really don’t think you should put your hand inside the manticore, dear. You don’t know where it’s been. —Enid Healy

...my heart rides the wind and my thoughts sail away - to a land below the horizon where I know you hide from me...

The soul of an artist cannot be muted indefinitely. It must either be expressed or it will consume the host.

All I can go on is my own value system.

Passing time isn't a steady thing. People try to measure it, but some days seem to have years packed into them, and others pass in the blink of an eye. Some days matter, and others don't.

A grindstone that had not grit in it, how long would it take to sharpen an ax? And affairs that had not grit in them, how long would they take to make a man?

But maybe, underneath, she loves him too much. Maybe it's her excessive love that pushes him away.

Others live on in a careless and lukewarm state - not appearing to fill Longfellow's measure: 'Into each life, some rain must fall.'

I remember those great days when we were at $176 million before the Reagan Revolution came to town.

I tilt her chin up and bend my face to hers, silently praising every woman who's had a hand in making her who she is.