The priest's lesson: beware the Nightlord, for his pleasure is a mortal's doom. My grandmother's lesson: beware love, especially with the wrong man.

We can never be gods, after all--but we can become something less than human with frightening ease.

...and when I lift my head to scream out my fury, a million stars turn black and die. No one can see them, but they are my tears.

Determination could easily become obsession.

He has come to seduce the god of seduction, and oh, has he come prepared.

How terrible to be a god of change and endure grief unending.

But love like that doesn't just disappear, does it? No matter how powerful the hate, there is always a little love left, underneath.Yes. Horrible, isn't it?

Once upon a time there was aOnce upon a time there was aOnce upon a time there was aStop this. It's undignified.

By studying yesterday, you will understand today.

I do care about real life. It's just not as interesting as what's in my books.

What better is there to sigh for than happiness, yesterday's or tomorrow's.

Picturesqueness is a lost art. We may expect at anytime to hear that a collar ad is blazing its electric lights atop of the largest pyramid.

What a writer can do, what a fiction writer or a poet or an essay writer can do is re-engage people with their own humanity.

When I first decided to open a restaurant, I was turned down by several banks. It was the late 80's and many restaurants were failing. I refused to give up because I knew I had a good concept.

The indicator of true knowledge is the ability to differentiate what uplifts us from what pulls us down.

My adoption was treated as a celebration.

I caught the preacher making love to Sister Mary Lou. God's gonna getcha for that.

In many people it is already an impertinence to say 'I'.