When the remembering was done, the forgetting could begin.

That's how you know you really trust someone, I think; when you don't have to talk all the time to make sure they still like you or prove that you have interesting stuff to say.

When the reader and one narrator know something the other narrator does not, the opportunities for suspense and plot development and the shifting of reader sympathies get really interesting.

The kind of life I want is to be a person who would get a personal note every day.

Try a little tenderness.

I remember being in high school and listening to Vivaldi's 'Winter' and being so overwhelmed with emotion.

It makes me think of Lazarus. He must have had those shadows after his miracle. You don't spend time in the tomb without it changing you, and everyone who was waiting for you to come out.

I had them all fooled into believing I was normal and well-adjusted, a rock of sensibility who could always be counted on to have a positive attitude.

Life was mostly made up of things you couldn’t control, full of surprises, and they weren’t always good. Life wasn’t what you made it. You were what life made you.

Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete.

That's how life feels to me. Everyone is doing it; everyone knows how. To live and be who they are and find a place, find a moment. I'm still waiting.

For me the greatest joy is to be able to submerge myself for a few hours every day in a human time that otherwise would be alien to me. A lifetime is not enough.

Few can see wither their road will lead them, till they comes to it's end. - Gimli

Let My worship be in theheart that rejoices, for behold, all acts of love and pleasureare My rituals.

A human being is a being who is constantly 'under construction, ' but also, in a parallel fashion, always in a state of constant destruction.

I find it interesting that many of the people who want to restrict fossil fuels live in well-developed countries where abundant and affordable energy is readily available.

My emotions overload because there is no hand to hold, there’s no shoulder here to lean on; I’m walking all on my own.

Motherhood . . . is an act of infinite optimism.

Well, the thing is, I actually have a fear of horses, so I wouldnt make a very good cowboy.

The big problem is to find suitable hats. I don't care for them all that much, but you have to wear them in politics.

There was a perverse side of me, with things like Van Helsing coming out. I didn't want to go down that route.