Rich children are always blond, Jocelyn goes. It has to do with vitamins.

If I had a view like this to look down on every day, I would have the energy and inspiration to conquer the world. The trouble is, when you most need such a view, no one gives it to you.

Vinegar: that's what fear smells like.

Her only thought was of getting away, as if she were carrying a live grenade from inside the house, so that when it exploded, it would destroy just herself.

I’m sorry and I believe in you and I’ll always be near you, protecting you, and I will never leave you, I’ll be curled around your heart for the rest of your life.

The world is full of shitheads, Rhea. Don’t listen to them—listen to me. And I know that Lou is one of those shitheads. But I listen.

It was the hat. He looked sweet in the hat. How could a man in a fuzzy blue hat have used human bones to pave his roads?

Time’s a goon, right? You gonna let that goon push you around?” Scotty shook his head. “The goon won.

This is the music business. 'Five years is five hundred years' - your words.

Kathy was a Republican, one of those people who used the unforgivable phrase "meant to be"--usually when describing her own good fortune or the disasters that had befallen other people.

It's finished. Everything went past, without me.

People with red hair are supposed to get mad very easily, ..., and he had very red hair.

Immediate gratification is a dream killer.

Love wills the good of all and never wills harm or evil to any

I'm afraid that reason will triumph and that the world will become a place where anyone who doesn't fit that will become unnecessary

We are alive for a certain period of time in any given lifetime. We are competing against time. It is a race to see if we can wake up before we go to sleep again. That is the challenge.

Friends will be much apart. They will respect more each other's privacy than their communion.

The emanation of what you are is love.

Words are my passion / And out of them and me / I would create beauty.

To deride the hope of progress is the ultimate fatuity, the last word in poverty of spirit and meanness of mind.

I have had nothing to do in any way, shape or form with the mailing of these anthrax letters, and it is extremely wrong for anyone to contend or suggest that I have.