Romance goes like this: Boy gets girl. Boy loses girl. Boy gets girl again. The end. It can't be any other way.

When I write, I can be heard. And known. But nobody has to look at me. Nobody has to see me at all.

But really, if you ask me, there is only one kid of plot. One. Stuff happens. That's it.

It occurred to me that a lot of beauty has to do with believing it yourself. That half of what we see is just the way it is presented.

Because there is a need to hear one story and to tell another.

In fact, being a unique individual is as much of a farce as trying to be like everyone else. Maybe more.

I am not always good and noble. I am the hero of this story, but I have my off moments.

From listening and silence can be learn a lot of, but these skills to be learn that's the hard and complicated work...

What's in a view? The world, by any other, would remain just as it is, just as wonderful :-)

There was always a love-hate relationship with New York in the rest of the country, but I made them feel more love than hate.

Only when he no longer knows what he is doing does the painter do good things.

Poached eggs are good, poached animals are not.

Fear - jealousy - money - revenge - and protecting someone you love.

That is one consolation when you are poor—there are so many more things you can imagine about.

A typewriter is a means of transcribing thought, not expressing it.

If saying that religion should be a private matter and should not have special influence in public life is illiberal, then 74% of U.K. Christians are illiberal, too.