One is never too young for fine literature . . .

...Every life contains a novel.

Nothing was a natural predator of productive fiction writing like the cell phone. Ditto the laptop. As she had well learned, the laptop could destroy a day.

I want an ending when the woman is happy instead of good.

Every life contains a novel.

I know the difference between the confection of live as sung in a minstrel's tale and the sustaining bread of love in reality, he defended himself. Both are to be savoured in their own way.

A crowd of drunken lovers. Newspaper hats, new couples falling from couches and love- seats—the pleasure remembered, never the regret.

I like big casts. The experience of working together, that human contact - those are my roots, professionally.

You're a very amusing fellow," he told Halt. "I'd like to brain you with my ax one of these days." Erak to Halt.

The best defence of peace is not power, but the removal of the causes of war, and international agreements which will put peace on a stronger foundation, than the terror of destruction.

When every physical and mental resources is focused, one's power to solve a problem multiplies tremendously.

Prayer unfolds in the stillness of the soul.

And hey, if I keep loving you, maybe you'll eventually crack and love me too.

Ruin seize thee, ruthless king! Confusion on thy banners wait! Though fann'd by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock the air with idle state.

We still have hope; it is what keeps us going.