Man plans. God laughs.

You bring your own weather to the picnic.

The ugliest truth, in the end, was still better than the prettiest of lies.

Only bad writers think they're good.

Hope can be the most wonderful thing in the world or it can crush your heart like an eggshell.

..."better to have loved and lost" bullshit. Don't show me paradise and then burn it down.

There are three things that make a person a writer: inspiration, perspiration and desperation.

Trust is like that. You can break it for a good reason. But it still remains broken.

This is the price you pay for having a great father. You get the wonder, the joy, the tender moments - and you get the tears at the end, too.

A novel is like a sausage. You might like the final taste but you don't want to see how it was made.

Sometimes the loudest cries for help are silent.

Once you learn how to diw, you learn how to live

Forget everything else. Forget everyone else. You're exactly my kind of girl.

I want you alone, " he whispered, gliding a hand around her hip, "on a slow boat to China. Days together, nights... rocking on the waves.

When you're on your own again, well celebrate your victory for not giving yourself up just to somebody.

I'm the idea of the human imagination, which, when you think about it, is the only thing we can really be certain ISN'T imaginary.

One bliss for which there is no match is when you itch to up and scratch.

I guess it's nice to know I still resonate in people's minds.

I censored myself for 50 years when I was a reporter. Now I wake up and ask myself, 'Who do I hate today?'

When [men] go to war, what they want is to impose on their enemies the victor's will and call it peace.

There is no dispute managed without passion, and yet there is scarce a dispute worth a passion.