Saying I love you isn't hard, but meaning it is.” he kisses me softly, moaning against my lips. “Loving you is the easiest thing to do on this earth, Trinity Parker.

I close my eyes, hoping to lose myself in the darkness but strangely, all I see are colors. How’s that even possible? I'm going blind from my arousal.

Scatter as a prayerescaping my lips...as orchidsblooming in clouds.

Does this mean that in some places I'm American and in some places I'm African American and in other places, by logical extension, I'm nobody?

Wine is to women as duct tape is to men - it fixes everything

I don't like to travel. Yet all my books seem to involve a journey.

I think if the Vatican is smart, someday they'll collect my work.

I call my lawyer and say, 'Can I ask you two questions?' He says, 'What's the second question?'

When people are afraid, they make emotional decisions.

Anybody can get chewed out. It's the rare person who says, oh my god, you were right. As opposed to, no wait, the reason is... We've all heard that

Beautiful colours can be bought in the shops on the Riatlo, but good drawing can only be bought from the casket of the artist's talent with patient study and nights with out sleep.

Love isn't supposed to torment you. If it does, there's probably something wrong.