There is only Love -- and Stories. All else is but a shadow dream.

from under the ground, from under the waters, they clutch at us, they clutch at us, we won’t let go.

I walk. I talk. I shop. I sneeze. I'm gonna be a fireman when the floods roll back. There's trees in the desert since you moved out, and I don't sleep on a bed of bones.

No living person could disappear like Sofia. She’d have a go-bag stashed somewhere. Money and passports and disguises, with just enough ice to evaporate.

When a man comes out of great danger, he is apt to be a little deaf to the call of duty.

... for when a man's spirit has been thoroughly crushed, he may be peevish at small offenses, but never resentful of great ones.

Choose to focus your time, energy and conversation around people who inspire you, support you and help you to grow you into your happiest, strongest, wisest self.

I live in Derry, a little town in Ireland, and I don't have the background of Hollywood or Broadway.

On lady novelists: As artists they're rot, but as providers they're oil wells; they gush. Norris said she never wrote a story unless it was fun to do. I understand Ferber whistles at her typewriter.

I'm doing 'The Perks of Being a Wallflower'. It was a book I read when I was younger, and it just changed my life, and I just wanted to be a part of it.

I'm used to a lot of love scenes. I'm used to something that requires me to kick up my heels and wink-wink, flirt-flirt with a twirl of my skirt.