Style has always been in my mind the author's Self, the creative expression of that Self.

The best style is the least noticeable.

Still, it was fair to say that the minimum requirement for a truly enjoyable existence would be unbridled promiscuity.

When the dog bites, when the bee stings... I simply remember I have a boyfriend and suddenly things don't seem quite so completely shit.

I do not think my life would make a very interesting book, ' I say. 'I feel I can speak with a certain amount of authority here.

If you don't feel it, you'll never achieve it.

It's all about where your mind's at

I will be sad. I've gotten very attached to Harry and all that goes on in his world, I guess I'll just be kind of tasting every bit of it because it will be the last one.

They whispered to Caesar that he was mortal, then sold daggers at half-price in the grand March sale.

So all the rest is O.K., but fame is a hollow ground, isn't it? It's an empty kind of thing.

I rhyme… to see myself, to set the darkness echoing.

For the Phantom, there is only one girl. For Sam, there is only one horse.