So this is it. You are scored on my heart, Clark.

If I don't cry while writing a key emotional scene, my gut feeling is it's failed.

You only get one life. It's actually your duty to live it as fully as possible.

Some mistakes... Just have greater consequences than others. But you don't have to let the result of one mistake be the thing that defines you. You, Clark, have the choice not to let that happen.

I let him know a hurt had been mended in a way that he couldn’t have known, and for that alone there would always be a piece of me indebted to him.

Push yourself. Don't Settle. Just live well. Just LIVE.

There is a hunger in you. A fearlessness. You just buried it, like most people do.

Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you still had your mother or father at your back, you'd be okay.

And it was suddenly very simple: There was no choice.

There is a whole lot more to life than winning.

But just as nature abhors a vacuum -- so does the human heart.

Find a part of yourself hidden in the twilight.

There is no thing known as bad luck. There is luck, or no luck at all.

Why do people always think hurting others is all right, as long as they hurt themselves as well?

I want to be remembered most as a writer - one who entertained readers, and, hopefully, stretched their imagination as well.

What now on the other hand makes people sociable is their incapacity to endure solitude and thus themselves.

Confidence and hope do more good than physic.

[...]if you talk any more flummery to me, Frederica, I shall give you one of my—er—icy set-downs!”(Alverstoke)

Deeds will not be less valiant because they are unpraised.

I have to say that I thought search-and-rescue duties over Snowdonia were physically and mentally demanding, but looking after a 3-week-old baby is up there!

We must not inquire too curiously into the absolute value of literature. Enough that it amuses and exercises us. At least it leaves us where we were. It names things, but does not add things.