One of the wonderful things about being a writer is that you're constantly dredging up some arcane knowledge or long-forgotten experience, rediscovering old passions and interests.

Time constricts and flattens, you know. It's not evenly weighted. Certain moments linger in the mind and others disappear.

So is it just human nature to believe that things happen for a reason - to find some shred of meaning even in the worst experiences?

It's human nature to want to think the best of others, but if you listen carefully, people will always tell you who they are.

You got to learn to take what people are willing to give.

And so it is that you learn how to pass, if you're lucky, to look like everyone else, even though you're broken inside.

I like the assumption that everyone is trying his best, and we should all just be kind to each other.

I've come to think that's what heaven is- a place in the memory of others where our best selves live on.

I never want to feel constrained by writing a novel for a specific audience.

I have a lot of empathy for women who fit their writing into the crevices of their too-busy lives, as I once did.

People have to snatch at happiness when they can, in this world. It is always easier to lose than to find...

For ye will know not love, if ye knoweth not your God.

No matter how hard we try to separate, and if eventually we finally separate, we are just fooling around thinking we had parted, yet our hearts dwells where we cowardly believed we had left.

Damn this human who had come into her life and made himself so important to her

The shows are the main way our lives have changed.

Every season will have its dips and hard moments, and the challenge then is to make sure you don't get too down in those moments and make sure you come back fighting.

You're driving me NORMAL!

The spirit of liberty is the spirit that is not quite sure it is right.

Selfishly I'd like to have invisibility because I've always wanted to go into other people's houses and see what they look like and just watch them interact.

In the great artist you see daring bound by discipline and discipline stretched by daring.

From my point of view, being out is not about anything political. It's just because I can't be bothered to be in.