What's your name?""Emma Gould, " she said. "What's yours?""Wanted.""By all the girls or just the law?

Joe closed his hand over the watch and it was still warm from his father's pocket, ticking against his palm like a heart.

Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted

Is there a better method of departure by night than this quiet bon voyage with an open book, the sole companion who has come to see you off, to wave you into the dark waters beyond language?

Pain hardens, and great pain hardens greatly, whatever the comforters say, and suffering does not ennoble, though it may occasionally lend a certain rigid dignity of manner to the suffering frame.

For what is done or learned by one class of women becomes, by virtue of their common womanhood, the property of all women.

Facts were never pleasing to him. He acquired them with reluctance and got rid of them with relief. He was never on terms with them until he had stood them on their heads.

There is no greater pleasure in the world than riding a good horse.

I can't do anything too serious like Saddam Hussein, but I would like to do Bill Clinton. That'd be fun.

It's a small world, but we all run in big circles.

I've always said that the artist dies twice. And the first death is the hardest which is the career death, the creative death. The physical death is an inevitability.

If the risk is high, the reward is high... Why not roll the dice?