Murderers are not monsters, they're men. And that's the most frightening thing about them.

How to Commit the Perfect Murder" was an old game in heaven. I always chose the icicle: the weapon melts away.

Sometimes the dreams that come true are the dreams you never even knew you had.

Heaven is comfort, but it's still not living.

Nothing is ever certain.

What I think was hardest for me to realize was that he had tried each time to stop himself. He had killed animals, taking lesser lives to keep from killing a child

How could it be that you could love someone so much and keep it secret from yourself as you woke daily so far from home?

Life is a perpetual yesterday for us.

There wasn't a lot of bullshit in my heaven.

I was like I was in science class: I was curious.

Our only kiss was like an accident- a beautiful gasoline rainbow.

Most of the people readily accept the principle but resist its practice.

Whoever suffers knows the strength of suffering.

I had the chance to make every possible mistake and figure out a way to recover from it. Once you realize there is life after mistakes, you gain a self-confidence that never goes away.

Through career fumbles and life changes, she supported me. Through shattered dreams and hopes almost-realized, she supported me too.

If you come to a negotiation table saying you have the final truth, that you know nothing but the truth and that is final, you will get nothing.

I feel like developing the muscle of my imagination became a way to survive reality.

It has been difficult to hold onto many paintings but I have retained a few.

I don't believe in people who think that clothes are not important.

Data is not useful until it becomes information.

Investing in the market without knowing what stage it is in is like selling life insurance to 20 year olds and 80 year olds at the same premium.