Nat, ” he whispered and lowered his head. Her heart missed a beat as his soft mouth brushed against hers. Then his lips were atop hers, firmly, his tongue sliding against them.

I may like to be on my own, but I like being alive.

I want more than last night. I want you.

Look at me, Nat. I won’t bite.” There was a long pause before he said, “Hard.

He leaned in close, his mouth near her ear. “Dance with me.

You can’t change the past. It’s already done. Looking back only keeps you there.

How different her life would be if Orrin hadn’t contacted her in July. She wouldn’t be embroiled in kidnapping, espionage, and murder.

The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For each other. For who we are meant to be.

If you go to ice and you think, 'I must score' or 'I must get some points,' you won't score or get any points. You must go and play and don't think about it.

Acting and making art is just something I love to do, and I love to tell stories that feel important, honest and necessary. It's not about me. It's about being part of something.

Continuity is at the heart of conservatism: ecology serves that heart.

Power people are generally threatened by authority people.

I like the idea of building this wandering, epic narrative in a form that people don't expect epic narratives to appear.

A writer has many tools: eyes, ears, nose, sensations, thoughts feelings and imagination. The tools can construct a house of stories.

I actually credit Twitter with fine-tuning some joke-writing skills. I still feel like I'm working at it.

Accumulate power in silence and become a dynamo of spirituality.

I live my life a quarter mile at a time. Nothing else matters: not the mortgage, not the store, not my team and all their bullshit. For those ten seconds or less, I'm free.