Passion is a rare commodity. When you find it, treasure it and never give it up!

In every thriller written about Washington, particularly after 9/11, there are good guys and there are bad guys, and there's no gray area at all.

Why can't people just sit and read books and be nice to each other?

I'm scattered, and then that last hundred pages, bam, I'm a laser.

But if I worried too much about publishers' expectations, I'd probably paralyze myself and not be able to write anything.

It's not the beginning or the destination that counts. It's the ride in between.

Libraries rock! Not a sermon, just a fact. As a kid I was a library rat and books changed my life. They can change yours.

Today might not be so good. But tomorrow, you got another chance to get it right.

Fiction is sort of a way to set the record straight, and let people at least believe that justice can be achieved and the right outcomes can occur.

Two people can care for each other but not want the same things.

When a poor man gives something, that is a sacrifice indeed. When a rich man gives something, it hardly rises to the same level.

A prayer/meditation a day, keeps the Doctor away.

One never stops climbing, Julie, unless he wants to stop and vegetate. There’s always something just ahead.

I used to do drugs, but that was way back there.

I never said the way of Christ is easy. Are you prepared to let go of everything He would not approve?

He who, with strong passions, remains chaste--he who, keenly sensitive, with manly power of indignation in him, can yet restrain himself and forgive--these are strong men, spiritual heroes.

Truthful words are not beautiful; beautiful words are not truthful. Good words are not persuasive; persuasive words are not good.

We may simply not be wise enough to do some of the kinds of engineering things that people are talking about doing.

The main thing I need to do is create, hopefully, exquisitely beautiful, desirable objects for my customer.

I had grown up working in a video store, and I'd grown up more with film than I had with theater, so I kind of felt a natural call.

Sifting daylight dissolves the memory, turns it into dust motes floating in light.