Sometimes you don't let us talk about how we're feeling. If we feel scared, you say, 'Nothing to worry about, guys, ' but that doesn't make it go away. It makes it grow.

It's like you have a plan and someone comes along and makes you want to change it all, but you still like your first plan, no matter how fantastic the second one makes you feel.

I need voices of reason and of hysteria and of empathy. I need to have an Alanis moment. I need advice from Elizabeth Bennett. I need Tim Tams and comfort food.

He bursts out laughing. It's short, as if he regretted allowing me to make him laugh, but the satisfaction's already mine.

The people I'm stuck with in my life now aren't sucking the life out of me, they just suck.

A piece of me is gone, " she told me once while we were bra shopping. "I think we're made up of all these different pieces and every time someone goes, you're left with less of yourself.

I remember passion.

Just ask how I'm feeling, I want to say. Just ask and I may tell you.But no one does.

You blame me for this, don't you?" he says."I don't need to. You're doing a better job.

In this day and age we care more about our pride than our lives.

Drawing Dead is a brilliant noir from one of Australia's most exciting new novelists.

If you look at the best-seller list for American fiction, they're all sequels to detective stories or stories about hunting serial killers. That's what's called American fiction these days.

How much did you get for your soul?

Only in America could a Don King happen.

Were one merely to seek information, one should inquire of the man who hates, but if one wishes to know what truly is, one better ask the one who loves

Whatsoever things common to man, that man has done, man can do.

You're easily distracted by the pattern of the cloth and can't see the quality of the threads.

My trainer don't tell me nothing between rounds. I don't allow him to. I fight the fight. All I want to know is did I win the round. It's too late for advice.

American Conservatism is finished, and its remaining adherents are, whether they know it or not, merely ghosts wandering, mazed, in the daylight.