Reading it was like subletting a small apartment in someone else's head.

As if it were possible for one person to care about another and still treat him or her like this.

But what if time worked the other way around?What if what his adolescent self had felt then was the ghost of his present one, sitting here on a sagging bench, beckoning him into his future?

And didn't time always slow, anyway, the closer you came to what you wanted?

There is no such thing as a perfect phrase, or a private language, and . . . time only runs the one way.

Some people think the real them is whoever they are when they're not around other people.

It's like Charlie's dreamed everything he lived through here.

Everything's always changing, Charlie. We become who we are. The mask melts into the face.

Three’s all you need to change the world. Look at the Bolsheviks, or the Jimi Hendrix Experience.

William, an artist is someone who combines a desperate need to be understood with the fiercest love of privacy-

No amount of art, even of the Great American variety, can elevate you above, or insulate you from, the divisions, the cataclysms, of ordinary life.

Please write an ending where the Martians are defeated. Don't take away your readers' hope.

My passions were all gathered together like fingers that made a fist. Drive is considered aggression today; I knew it then as purpose.

So we can only know God well by knowing our iniquities. Therefore those who have known God, without knowing their wretchedness, have not glorified Him, but have glorified themselves.

The Tea Party knows that continuing to delay charting a course to spending reform hurts everybody.

It's one of the strangest attributes of this profession that when we writers get exhausted writing one thing, we relax by writing another.

We both laugh and run and the moment is so thick around me that i feel like dropping into it to let it carry me.

Funk, gospel, blues is all out of slavery times, out of depression, out of sorrow.

I do not love you-except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, from waiting to not waiting for you my heart moves from the cold into the fire.

The problem is that during the 1980s, a decade of heavy poaching, the elephants retreated to safer areas. And now people have moved into the corridors once used by the elephants.