The sea, the sea, the sea. It rolled and rolled and called to me. Come in, it said, come in.

I saw you before. All your flaws, your imperfections. Your body’s going to a lot of trouble to hide something, something inside of you. It must be very precious.

There are varieties of life unknown to you.Their whole identity is: you can't find out.

My nerves did a jitter dance,

I got a new job.” Patch locked eyes with me, and I warmed in a lot of places. In fact, I was dangerously close to feverish.

Although by 1851 tales of adventure had begun to seem antiquated, they had rendered a large service to the course of literature: they had removed the stigma, for the most part, from the word novel.

Well, you know, I don't think anyone who writes a television series has a master plan from the beginning, and knows all the character traits, and everything that's going to happen.

My universe is my eyes and my ears. Anything else is hearsay.

When you think an angry thought about someone, it's like hitting them.

My characters are not plastic.

A soul trembling to sit by a hearth so bright, To exist again, it’s enough if I borrow from Your lips the breath of my name you murmur all night.