The writer must hew the phantom rock.

We are torn between nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known.

We are homesick most for the places we have never known.

Nothing is so musical as the sound of pouring bourbon for the first drink on a Sunday morning. Not Bach or Schubert or any of those masters.

The writer is by nature a dreamer - a conscious dreamer.

Falling in love is the easiest thing in the world. It's standing in love that matters.

How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?

The mind is like a richly woven tapestry in which the colors are distilled from the experiences of the senses, and the design drawn from the convolutions of the intellect.

Love is a joint experience between two persons -- but the fact that it is a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar experience to the two people involved.

The thinking mind is best controlled by the imagination.

The Heart is a Lonely Hunter.

If you continue with that train of thought and end it with, I did it because I love you and can’t bear to see you in turmoil, you could sell it to Hallmark, but not to me!

Kelly closed his eyes and began to bargain with God.

When you're a young player, you try to prove yourself with your numbers and you try to prove your worth to the team. That can be an adverse situation because you can try to do too much.

This is a mission and a vision to do good as well as doing well.

You see few people here in America who really care very much about living a Christian life in a democratic world.

When the so-called think tanks began to replace the thought processes of human beings, I called them the aseptic tanks.

Nowhere on the globe do men live so well as in America, or grumble so much.

It is never too late to master your weaknesses.

Are you decent?" a woman's voice called, pushing the door cautiously ajar. "Nay, but we're clothed," Cian purred.

I say I drownin' in river. She don't look me like I'm crazy but say, If you just sit there the river gonna rise up drown you! Writing could be the boat carry you to the other side. (97)