There is one last thing to remember: writers are always selling somebody out.

The wind shows us how close to the edge we are.

The willingness to accept responsibility for one's own life is the source from which self-respect springs.

To cure jealousy is to see it for what it is, a dissatisfaction with self.

We are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not.

I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.

Memory fades, memory adjusts, memory conforms to what we think we remember.

We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget.

The fear is for what is still to be lost.

Do not whine... Do not complain. Work harder. Spend more time alone.

Short stories demand a certain awareness of one's own intentions, a certain narrowing of the focus.

…this story offers far more than a simple moral of how the meek can trump the mighty.

I tucked the feather into my bra, then glanced up at the sudden heavy silence. “What?”Blake grinned. “What else you got in there? Can I see?”“Shut up, Blake!” said the rest of the boys.

I've always believed in savoring the moments. In the end, they are the only things we'll have.

When I use the camera, I often feel likeI know part of the people or places I come in contact with.

You know Manchester is always a bit of a hard place for people coming from London, just with all the history. Manchester has this immensely huge and healthy history musically.

I don't have a saviour or a royal family.

How is it that I'd nearly been smothered to death, and yet I could sit there and notice things like my stepbrother's abdominal muscles a few minutes later?

It's more mental in the NFL than it was in high school. In high school you just line up and close the gap. In the NFL you have to do the right things so the team can win.

Poverty and wealth inequality are a form of instability into the future.

Long live eternal Germany!