Nonfiction speaks to the head. Fiction speaks to the heart. Poetry speaks to the soul. It's the essence of beauty. The essence of pain. It pleases the eye and the ear.

That's what I'll be. A silhouette, rarely seen, and yet believed in.

That's what I'll be. A silhouette, rarely seen, and yet believed in. Kaeleigh wants to believe in me. I am her twin, forever alive inside her. And when she needs me, I am always here.

Love means holding on to someone just as hard as you can because if you don't, one blink and they might disappear...forever.

Words have power. The power to soothe. The power to skewer someone through the heart. The power to render someone speechless.

What's the point of being a hero when everyone thinks you're a villain?

Sometimes the little things in life mean the most.

One foot in front of the other, counting tiles on the floor so I don't have to focus the blur of painted smiles, fake faces.

Her smile is like summer moonlight-beautiful and magical, with a fire that could melt the night.

Now that I have opened that bottle of memories they're pouring out like wine, crimson and bittersweet.

I know he wants to get serious. He's definitely not a player, not a poser, not a loser, not a user.

Time became more important the closer to death one was, so an extra few hours to make peace with the world were worth more than years.

...what distinguishes pulp fiction from great literature is how emphatically the work challenges us to interpret it.

Sometimes people graduate but they don't leave. They hang around for years, for no reason. I would think of ghosts like that, I decided.

Some things are not forgiveable. Deliberate cruelty is not forgiveable. It is the most unforgiveable thing in my opinion, and the one thing in which I have never, ever been guilty.

The biggest issue that we have to contend with is campaign finance reform.

Because of Watergate in part, I am kind of a magnet for calls and information and suggestions.

There is no greater impediment to progress in the sciences than the desire to see it take place too quickly.

What would become of all historical biography if it was written only with consideration for other peoples' feelings?

Feeling a little small? Well, in the context of the cosmos, we are small.

Others can stop you temporarily - you are the only one who can do it permanently.