This was the stuff of novels with -- yeah -- men like him on the cover.

She gave herself up to the waves of the storm. If they drowned, it would be together, a shattered vessel on the sea, a collision of longing and desire.

Their dark skin, their gender, their economic status--none of those were acceptable excuses for not giving the fullest rein to their imaginations and ambitions.

This world, such as it is, is not tolerable. Therefore I need the moon, or happiness, or immortality, I need something which is perhaps demented, but which is not of this world.

What I'd like to do now - well, what I'd like to do now is grow my beard very long, weave it into my pubes and strum it like a harp.

All great men are play actors of their own ideal.

From a withered tree, a flower blooms

Terrorism is not a matter that can be left to law enforcement, with its deliberative process, built-in delays, and safeguards that may let the prisoner go free on procedural grounds.

Butch put his hand on his roommate's nape and murmured, "I'll do the saving until you get your head back, how about that? I'll keep you safe.

It's not unexpected for me to be in a comedy film anymore; I'm no longer the underdog in that world.

The sexuality of children - there's a lot friction there. That tension interests me a lot.

Occasionally, the book tells stories that would likely grate on senior management – but that is what free speech is all about.