Talents too many, not enough of any.

But writers and their woes: they couldn't be parted. Not for anything.

Children, Hadley thinks to herself, children are more civilised than this gang on the sauce.

She kissed him but he didn't seem to recognize it.

The hangover: such a cure, she thinks, for overthinking.

The longer I don't write, the more I hurt.

I want to be a good man, a good writer.""Be one or the other, Ernest, not both.

No man should be asked to live with so much sadness, and with so little promise of relief.

Ernest chose to go, she finally thinks, watching the fire turn the papers black. He loved her but he could not live anymore.

Martha thanks Sylvia, gesturing with the book. "Just remember not to try to hard with understanding it, " Sylvia says. "Like people, they're best not to be too thoroughly understood.

Paris without a good book is like a pretty girl with only one eye.

Don’t be led by the opinions of others. Listen to your sacred voice.

Be a dreamer.Be a doer.Be a perseverer.Be a winner.

I believe that the best advocates of a certain issue are the ones that fully understand both sides

If he acts, if he doesn't, it's meaningless. The whole thing goes forward. No one is important. No one at all.

I prefer to surround myself with people who reveal their imperfection, rather than people who choose to fake perfection.

So, I'm getting less chips, paying the same amount of money. Is that legal for them to do this?

The music of the Gospel leads us home.

A leech that will not quit the skin until sated with blood.

God shows up with surprises.

I've never been motivated by money. My peers and colleagues inspire me.