Stop smiling. Every time you smile, an angel dies.

When an eighty-five pound mammal licks your tears away, then tries to sit on your lap, it's hard to feel sad.

If only…the saddest words in the English language.

"I don't want to lose you, I love you, and...and that's all I've got." As speeches went, it wasn't great. As feelings went...different story.

The love of your life won't be the man you end up with, and you'll always compare the two.

But they're family, and you forgive them, even if they are human equivalent of hyenas. Because that's what you do, Posey. Forgive.

She smiled, and there it was again, that aching pressure in his chest. Love, or a heart attack. Kind of the same thing.

For the record, a mechanical engineer is responsible for how just about anything is built. We make sure any type of structure or vehicle or roadway is strong, safe and will stay together.

The librarian, the warrior, the free spirit... archetypes are a great jumping off point to help clarify where we want to go with a character.

Commandment #1: Believe in yourself. Commandment #2: Get over yourself.

Maybe love isn't just a bouquet of roses once in a while. Maybe it's just sticking it out, when it's hard, when you're mad, when you're tired.

A man has to have something he can put faith in.

Alice: I didn't know that cheshire cats grinned. In fact, I didn't know that cats could grin.Duchess: They can, and most of 'em do.

The course is so long, I had to take the curvature of the Earth into consideration.

Everything a man writes about himself is instructive.

I have a paralyzing fear of snakes.

I have held many things in my hands, and I have lost them all; but whatever I have placed in God's hands, that I still possess.

A poor man fear for money works against him.

Men seek to be great; they would have offices, wealth, power, and fame. They think that to be great is to possess one side of nature,--the sweet, without the other side,--the bitter.

It's easier to believe in this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness, that brings me to my knees.

It took me 14 years to write poems about Vietnam. I had never thought about writing about it, and in a way I had been systematically writing around it.