What should I say? That I like him so much it hurts?

No more crying. It's all wetness and no comfort at all.

But, how do you know if an ending is truly good for the characters unless you've traveled with them through every page?

All I've ever wanted was to be near you.

Many times I have learned that, you never judge a book by its cover. Like people, it is the inside that counts.

Writing a first draft and reminding myself that I'm simply shoveling sand into a box so that later I can build castles.

Mama used to say, you have to know someone a thousand days before you can glimpse her soul.

It was karma, it was kismet, it was magic. It doesn't matter how it happened, just that it did.

I think the only way to get through this life is laughing hard and constantly, mostly at myself.

You are my butterfly and refuse to set you free.

I do like the world quite a lot.

Her heart the damned thing had begun to race and she only hoped that the rapid inflation and deflation of her chest wasn't visible beneath her fitted bodice.

[W]ithout the League, you'd be nothing.

Wait for me.” The words come out choked and pained. “I need you to wait for me.

Opium makes you quick-witted - perhaps only because it calms the nerves and stills the emotions. Nothing, not even death, seems so important.

The wisdom of cats is infinitely superior.

The Word of God gives birth to thoughts about God and about the knowledge of God.

In the moment of making films, I want to share my observations of life, not of other films.

Over the weekend, Vladimir Putin scored eight goals during a hockey game. It happened just after he had the goalie executed.

I have opposed the Communist cold war line ever since, both by public utterance and by private help to trade unionists breaking free from the Communist influence.

If Euclid's point, though incapable of being drawn by any human agency, has an imperishable value, my picture has its own for mankind to live.