The two hardest things about writing are starting and not stopping.

All stories teach us something, and promise us something, whether they're true or invented, legend or fact.

You couldn't relive your life, skipping the awful parts, without losing what made it worthwhile. You had to accept it as a whole--like the world, or the person you loved.

I don't like coming home. It keeps me from being nostalgic, which by nature I am. Even before the plane begins its descent, I find myself dreading the questions left unanswered by my childhood.

The happiest she'd ever been was with him, and the saddest. Was that the true test of love?

Getting inside your character's head and letting the reader see the world through not just their eyes but their sensibility creates an intimacy that can't be duplicated in any other medium.

The sins of the Midwest: flatness, emptiness, a necessary acceptance of the familiar. Where is the romance in being buried alive? In growing old?

The spirit of Jane Eyre looms over Once Upon a Day. Lisa Tucker keeps the plot of this gothic novel bubbling with tons of juicy family secrets.

Maybe he was old-fashioned, but to him a couple meant a strong bond, with positive and negative charges constantly arcing between them.

What man wanted a woman without fire, and vice-versa?

Why was he drawn to complicated women, or were all women--all people, finally--complicated?

more. To have days cut off and at their end. To never again..........anything.

It seems like Satan has thrown the DH into our game.

At some time in the future scientists, physicians, mediums and healers will have to work together to perfect the science of the whole.

Embrace simplicity…be content with what you have and are, and not one can despoil you.

When I moved to Los Angeles, my goal was to gain respect - whether it's in big or small projects - and as long as the work is good I'm happy.

Indecision is the greatest thief of opportunity.

Christianity will doubtless still survive in the earth ten centuries hence- stuffed and in a museum.

If God to you is where science has yet to tread, then God is an ever-receding pocket.

Freedom is not the right to live as we please, but the right to find how we ought to live in order to fulfill our potential.

You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want. There's still lots of good in the world. Tell Dally. I don't think he knows.