Satin and lace and brown velvet and the faint odor of violets. That was all which was left to him of his love.

His sadness was of the kind that is patient and without hope.

Happiness is the light on the water. The water is cold and dark and deep.

My younger daughter told me recently that when she was a child she thought the typewriter was a toy that I went into my room and closed the door and played with.

If you turn the imagination loose like a hunting dog, it will often return with the bird in its mouth.

Love, even of the most ardent and soul-destroying kind, is never caught by the lens of the camera.

Reading is rapture (or if it isn't, I put the book down meaning to go on with it later, and escape out the side door).

Your reader is at least as bright as you are

I had inadvertently walked through a door that I shouldn’t have gone through and couldn’t get back to the place I hadn’t meant to leave.

What we refer to confidently as memory is really a form of storytelling that goes on continually in the mind and often changes with the telling.

In talking about the past, we lie with every breath we draw.

She was my friend because she was kind and funny but she had a face like two oysters fused together in a Star Trek matter transporter accident.

A lot of good days..makes a great life !!Each day is important. Plan & execute it meticulously.

You can't live on planet rock star 24/7; you have to be down and dirty and have some fun.

Everything's very perfectly balanced; for all the horrible things in the world there's lots of good things.

Life is tough, but if you are stupid, it's a lot tougher.

Go forth from our holy land and go back to your families who are waiting for you impatiently, that you and we, as well, lead a peaceful life together.

The emptier a person's heart is, the more he or she needs to buy, own, and consume.

Happiness for me is getting to write about the most important things I know.

People generally are more interested in my work when they get to know me. Serious collectors like to get not just a painting but a piece of the artist.

For nature then to me was all in all.