We go on our hands and knees and crawl our way towards the truth

The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realignment with what had been before and now seemed a little worse.

Wasn't writing a kind of soaring, an achievable form of flight, of fancy, of the imagination?

And though you think the world is at your feet, it can rise up and tread on you.

He knew these last lines by heart and mouthed them now in the darkness. My reason for life. Not living, but life. That was the touch. And she was his reason for life, and why he must survive.

At that moment, the urge to be writing was stronger than any notion she had of what she might write.

Above all, she wanted to look as though she had not given the matter a moment's thought, and that would take time.

In that shrinking moment he discovered that he had never hated anyone until now. It was a feeling as pure as love, but dispassionate and icily rational.

It wasn't torpor that kept her - she was often restless to the point of irritability. She simply liked to feel that she was prevented from leaving, that she was needed.

He had never before felt so self-consciously young, nor experienced such appetite, such impatience for the story to begin.

Waiting. Simply one person doing nothing, over time, while another approached.

with each measured step, we knowthis earth is only as solidas we are.

Everybody's got a true home—maybe not where they're living, butwhere their heart lives.

It isn’t about being at the same school or the same town or even the same room. It’s about being together. Love is a choice you make.

Edwina always enjoyed a morning ride. Some mornings she rode the horse, and some mornings she rode the groom.

So, who in the media is without sin among us? I am in the media and I am a major league sinner. I don't know anyone except my wife who isn't a big time sinner.

We can never work alone to bring great multiplication. It has to happen through unity & diversity.

Englishmen have a genius for looking uncomfortable. Their feelings are terribly mixed up with their personal appearance.

Moslems are no less an enemy than the Jews.

I shall participate, I shall contribute, and in so doing, I will be the gainer.