What tinfoil?" he asked.

The funny thing about stop signs is that they're also start signs.

I realize Jubilee is a bit of a stripper name. You probably think I have heard the call of the pole.

Writing is one of the few careers for which you essentially train yourself, the other two major ones being juggling and pickpocketing.

i miss you so much it's giving me a pain in my pancreas.

Fear can't hurt you," she said. "When it washes over you, give it no power. It's a snake with no venom. Remember that. That knowledge can save you.

It's always easier to say good-bye when you know it's just a prelude to hello.

You can never visit the same place twice. Each time, it's a different story. By the very act of coming back, you wipe out what came before.

I like you because you were mad. And you're pretty. And pretty sane for a mad person.

Guilt isn't always a rational thing, Clio realized. Guilt is a weight that will crush you whether you deserve it or not.

I have no phobias. Phobias are irrational. My fears are rational and CAREFULLY CULTIVATED, like roses.

Oh, sheep. I've lost all my sobbing colours.

God of mighty powers.God of great deeds.

There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun, and it's been the ruin of many a poor boy and God I know I'm one.

I don't know what exactly the translation is but when we do consume something now, something else has to give at some point.

The dream for any parent is you want to raise happy, healthy, responsible, compassionate, kind kids. We all have a responsibility to do that.

None so nearly disposed to scoffing at religion as those who have accustomed themselves to swear on trifling occasions.

Sufficient sleep, exercise, healthy food, friendship, and peace of mind are necessities, not luxuries.

No matter what the reason, if you start to scream and shout, you look a fool, and you feel a fool, and you earn the disrespect of everyone.

I'm a huge fan of The Sopranos, and suddenly, you find yourself going one-to-one with this guy who you've been watching for years, watching every flicker in his eye and every detail on his face.

In recent poems, I have abandoned the theme of not being able to write for an even more obsessive subject, the nature of language, particularly English, in the formation of my imagination and being.