The way to my heart is through Belgian milk chocolate.

The great thing about a short story is that it doesn't have to trawl through someone's whole life; it can come in glancingly from the side.

The world is always changing brightness and hotness and soundness, I never know how it's going to be the next minute.

Scared is what you're feeling. Brave is what you're doing.

I look back one more time. It's like a crater, a hole where something happened.

Ma's still nodding. "You're the one who matters, though. Just you." I shake my head till it's wobbling because there's no just me.

It’s called mind over matter. If we don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.” When a bit of me hurts, I always mind.

Books are the air I breathe, so I don't notice the seasons.

If I was made of cake I'd eat myself before somebody else could.

I remember manners, that's when people are scared to make other persons mad.

When I tell her what I’m thinking and she tells me what she’s thinking, our each ideas jumping into the other’s head, like coulouring blue crayon on top of yellow that makes green.

What we are probably given is a mixture of truth and untruth. It's anybody's guess as to which part is which and how much there is of each.

It is of itself that the divine thought thinks (since it is the most excellent of things), and its thinking is a thinking on thinking.

I love all the mentoring, the public-private partnership ideas.

Suicides pay the world a bad compliment. Indeed, it may so happen that the world has been beforehand with them in incivility. Granted. Even then the retaliation is at their own expense.

One of my main techniques for acting is I try to know almost nothing beyond the words that I have to say, because that's my zone of control.

She regarded books as the emblems of secret brotherhood. A man with this sort of library couldn't possibly hurt her.

There's a lot of skeletons in my closet, but I know what they're wearing. I'm not gonna act all ashamed of it.

A traveler of taste will notice that the wise are polite all over the world, but the fool only at home.

I write because I can't imagine not writing.

I swear it upon Zeus an outstanding runner cannot be the equal of an average wrestler.