The author portrays himself in every line he writes and portrayal is always betrayal.

Every criminal leaves psychic fingerprints. And he can't wear gloves to hide them.

That's the worst thing about money - the moment you have some you begin to suspect everyone of trying to take it away from you. And usually they are.

The experiences of the heartless are so limited. It is hate that is blind. Love may miss a flaw here and there, but hate misses beauty everywhere.

A critic is a person who rationalizes his likes and dislikes in such impressive language that the layman thinks he is reasoning instead of rationalizing.

To the Latin, cynicism and middle age are synonymous. Look at our politicians - they move through their careers from left to center to right, like the hands of a clock.

Nobody believes in ghosts, but everybody is afraid of them.

fiction and lies are both works of creative art, and creation always reveals the creator.

Everything you do in war is a crime in peace

At twenty your choices are almost unlimited. At fifty you're a prisoner of past decisions. At seventy you have no free will left at all.

Diamonds are the tears of the poor.

Reyna sent me to get Percy, " Frank said. "Did Octavian accept you?""Yeah, " Percy said. "He slaughtered my panda.

I'm sad, but I'm laughing.

Being natural is one of the most irritating poses I know in people.

the best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody would ever want to get away from them

Buddy , you might think that I've lost my mind. But mister, I'd pay twice to do it one more time.

There are sorrows that are not painful, but are of the nature of some acids, and give piquancy and flavor to life.

John Kerry met with Ralph Nader last week. Both sides of every issue were discussed. And then, Nader spoke.

If I had to do it all over again, rather than build an old style type of business, I would have started building a network marketing business.

I need at least two months to try and figure out where the centre of the bat is.

One can't live on love alone; and I am so stupid that I can do nothing but think of him.