She came over and looked at the picture. Then she took my hand. You know what that feels like? Like what the astronauts will feel when they step onto the moon for the very first time.

The light made the snowballs look yellow. Or at least I hoped that was the cause.

If Romeo had never met Juliet, maybe they both would have still been alive, but what they would have been alive for is the question Shakespeare wants us to answer.

OKAY. So I was going to the library every Saturday. So what? So what? It's not like I was reading books or anything.

(The raindrops) played across the coast all through the night, until the soft new day shrugged itself awake, tried on amethyst and lavender for a while, and finally decided on pale yellow.

We were both chumps. But you know what? It's not so bad when you're chumps together.

Okay, so maybe sometimes the real world is smiles and miracles.

The world is Trouble...and Grace. That is all there is.

Creativity is a god who comes around only when he pleases, and it isn't very often. But when he does come around, he sits at my desk and folds his wings and I offer him whatever he wants.

Vengeance is sweet. Vengeance taken when the vengee isn't sure who the venger is, is sweeter still.

Learn everything you can - everything. And then use all that you have learned to grow up too be a wise and good man.

A general cry of "What book? What book? Let us see this famous book!

The shadow that comes with postmodernism is a profound self-involvement. We lose all perspective on the collective endeavors that have made the extraordinarily lives we live possible.

Truly great people in history never wanted to be great for themselves. All they wanted was the chance to do good for others and be close to God.

Bad music is often the result of an attempt by the untrained, something that takes for granted that you're very highly trained.

I am a dolt of a man, easily made happy or even stupidly happy almost without cause and left alone I am mostly content.

I began by doing book reviews on the typewriter and then went over to short stories on the machine, meanwhile sticking to pencil for poetry.

Thank heaven Election Day is over. No more campaign ads, no more mud-slinging, no more candidates pretending they're straight. It's over!

Handel is the greatest composer that ever lived... I would uncover my head and kneel down on his tomb.

Only in America can someone start with nothing and achieve the American Dream. That's the greatness of this country.

See Christ, then you are a Christian; all else is talk.