Trees're always a relief, after people.

If you show someone something you've written, you give them a sharpened stake, lie down in your coffin, and say, ‘When you’re ready’.

...it’s not just the person who fills a house, it’s their I’ll be back later!s, their toothbrushes and unused hats and coats, their belongingnesses.

But you have read Madame Bovary?' (I'd never heard of her books.) 'No.

There no such thing as something! Why? Because everything's already turning into something else!

Disco's are tricky. You look a total wally if you dance too early but after one crucial song tips the disco over, you look a sad saddo if you don't.

Words are what you fight with but what you fight about is whether or not you’re afraid of them.

Photos’re better than nothing, but things’re better than photos ’cause the things themselves were part of what was there.

Perfume counters in department stores, Holly Deblin smells of, the middle of July, and cinnamon Tic Tacs.

Poems are lenses, mirrors, and X-ray machines.

Fire’s the sun, unwindin’ itself out o’ the wood.

Just because you don't see something doesn't mean it isn't there. Some of the most wonderful things in the world are invisible. Trusting in invisible things makes them more powerful and wondrous.

In cross-examination as in fishing nothing is more ungainly than a fisherman pulled into the water by his catch.

It's easy to diet or get off a diet when you've got a juicy role to play.

Computer science … jobs should be way more interesting than even going to Wall Street or being a lawyer--or, I can argue, than anything but perhaps biology, and there it's just a tie.

As a result, I had to get my own playground which was my band Colours. This band lasted for about eight years and then the air was out of it and it was time to finish.

Some old women and men grow bitter with age; the more their teeth drop out, the more biting they get.

The Beatles had just come out, and everybody had a band. It was incredible competition out there.

Grandpa?" Declan raised his eyebrows. "We keep him in the shed out back," Jack said helpfully. "So he doesn't eat dog brains.

Everyone dies. Everyone leaves. What matters is the things you build together before they go. What matters is the part of them that continues in you when they're gone.

God's own foolishness is stronger than men. Do we believe that?