That's the kind of stories I know. Sad ones. Anyway, taken to it's logical conclusion, every story is sad, because at the end everyone dies.

Lose your temper and you lose the fight.

All stories are about wolves. All worth repeating, that is. Anything else is sentimental drivel.

There were a lot of gods. Gods always come in handy, they justify almost anything.

Better not to invent her in her absence. Better to wait until she's actually here. Then he can make her up as she goes along.

The young habitually mistake lust for love, they're infested with idealism of all kinds.

Time rises and rises, and when it reaches the level of your eyes you drown.

This is how the girl who couldn't speak and the man who couldn't see fell in love.

Those who live alone slide into the habit of vertical eating: why bother with the niceties when there's no one to share or censure? But laxity in one area may lead to derangement in all.

More and more I feel like a letter—deposited here, collected there. But a letter addressed to no one.

He was deciding whether to cut her throat or love her forever.

Lunch makes me feel a bit better.

All discrimination - whatever form it takes - is evil and that the world can go to pieces because of it.

If you're writing, you're a writer. If you're talking about it or thinking about it, I'm not so sure. Writing is ninety-eight percent work and two percent magic.

If we suspend judgment and look to how we can make conscious choices to uplift the situation, we can be sure that we are doing all we can to attract a happier and more harmonious outcome.

Every time you try to quit smoking you are actually getting closer to staying smoke free

Like most modern Americans, I assume individuality is not only a fundamental value, but a goal in life, an art form.

In business school classrooms they construct wonderful models of a non- world.

Fashion is about dressing according to what's fashionable. Style is more about being yourself.

Let's go again to Niag'ra, This time we'll look at the Fall. Let's leave our hut, Dear, Get out of our rut, Dear, Let's get away from it all.

Language is the most imperfect and expensive means yet discovered for communicating thought.