'Tis always morning somewhere in the world

On me, on me Time and change can heap no more! The painful past with blighting grief Hath left my heart a withered leaf. Time and change can do no more.

Ye rigid Ploughman! bear in mind Your labor is for future hours. Advance! spare not! nor look behind! Plough deep and straight with all your powers!

Edinburgh is a comfortable puddle for a novelist.

It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good and we must hunger for them.

I believe it is impossible to make sense of life in this world except through art.

There will be beautiful times and tough times, as such is life, but if your heart is in it, then it is worth it all the way.

No one can possibly know what is about to happen: it is happening, each time, for the first time, for the only time.

If I don't have a deadline, I could fuss around with stuff for forever.

Giving is just one way of expressing that God has been good to you and will continue to do so through your being good to others.

To the folks walking around the District of Columbia, I would say this: Be careful.

It's a global fashion thing; because of the Internet it has gotten really small. It's cluttered, but it's gotten small.

I think there is a way to be formal and elegant and classy, but more modern. Brad Pitt has been changing it, and Will Smith has been doing it in his own way.