Lingering is so very lonely when one lingers all alone.

Oh how I hate people!

For death is life. It is only living that is lifeless.

Life is too fleet for onomatopoeia.

And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears- the wind howls. Why must you mimic them?

His was not the hatred that arises suddenly like a storm and as suddenly abates. It was, once the initial shock of anger and pain was over, a calculated thing that grew in a bloodless way.

He saw in happiness the seeds of independence, and in independence the seeds of revolt.

Why break the heart that never beat from love?

From daybreak to sunset she turned her thoughts, like boulders, over. She set them in long lines. She rearranged their order...

How's the blood-stream, my dear, invaluable little woman? How's the blood-stream?"..."It's quite comfortable, sir...I think, sir, thank yo

Without story books is like a person with no soul.

Good composition is like a suspension bridge

Respect is like a bridge to reach your Love. If you do not respect, love is lost.

The process of growth is obviously critical to my understanding of the land and myself. So the process is far more unpredictable with far more compromises with the day, the weather, the material.

Hollywood is a place where people from Iowa mistake each other for stars.

What matters is: Are you profitable? Are you building something great? Are you taking care of your people? Are you treating your customers well?

I've jumped out of an airplane 34 times. I've dove 212 feet under water. I've done a lot of things that defied death.

If women are all of a sudden complaining all the time about getting sent to Pakistan, then if I were an editor, I probably wouldn't send a woman.

I'm the hunter," Elena reminded him. "I should go first." "Of course you may go first. When I am dead.

I know the established Christian theology... I know the enemy, but the enemy doesn't know me. Thus the enemy has already lost the war.