The place in her, though, where her tears should have come from, was rough and dry. No, she didn't find any tears in herself to cry for the storyteller.The storyteller didn't exist anymore.

They're the ones inside a soap bubble. Not me.

Just a tiny little pain, Three days of heavy rain, Three days of sunlight, Everything will be alright, Just a tiny little pain.

That cloak of love you were wearing—he’s torn it to shreds, undoing the seams of trust that held it together. How can you ever wear those shreds?

You can't change things. That's life. Poor stays poor, rich says rich, and those two, they will never meet.

God predetermine the path for each sacred soul.

Life is too short to waste your time with bad books.

These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, waking in the dawn of the morning, in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, sleeping in the cold night's arms.

Throughout the country, I see the same design problems and solutions over and over.

I don't know if this qualifies as gentle reassurance, but right now this is all that stands between me and a Harley-Davidson.

Happy, calm children learn best

You cannot give the vice president the authority to declassify specific information and then turn around and say he can just give carte blanche to an assistant of his to declassify whatever he wants.

Tonight we're going to show you eight silent ways to kill a man.

At least in my case, a very simple, regular, happy life makes for better writing.

I'm pretty much an open book. I am a fanatic golfer and golf nut. If I have three free hours any day, my first choice is to run to the golf course if the weather is nice.