The never-ending ache of love and sorrow.

He is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.

In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.

When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.

And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.

But is it not a sort of genius to cut always to the heart?

She wants you to be a god, " I told him."I know." His face twisted with embarrassment, and in spite of itself my heart lightened. It was such a boyish response. And so human. Parents, everywhere.

Patroclus, ' he said. He was always better with words than I.

For who can be ashamed to lose to such beauty?

Wealth and reputation were the things our people had always killed for.

There is no honour in betraying your friends.

It is one thing doing what you love for a living. It is another thing doing what you love with love

It's no longer a question of staying healthy. It's a question of finding a sickness you like.

When you are not practicing, someone else is getting better.

Think like a publisher, not a marketer.

Sometimes if you jump into something too quickly, you can screw up something that might have been good two years down the road.

American bankers believe in the personal touch; the teller conveys a sense that he happens to be there accidentally and he is overjoyed at the lucky chance of the encounter.

I like the idea of having a little bit of a mystery about me.

Happiness is so awfully complicated, but freedom isn't. You're either tied down or you're not.

The days of foot-in-the-door harassment and snatched photos are gone.

Looking for perfection is the only way to motivate yourself.