Words began fights and words ended them.

A woman has got to love a bad man once or twice in her life, to be thankful for a good one.

When a wave of love takes over a human being... such an exaltation takes him that he knows he has put his finger on the pulse of the great secret and the great answer.

We cannot live without the Earth or apart from it, and something is shrivelled in a man's heart when he turns away from it and concerns himself only with the affairs of men

I do not understand how anyone can live without some small place of enchantment to turn to.

A woman never forgets the men she could have had; a man, the women he couldn't

It seems to me that the earth may be borrowed but not bought. It may be used but not owned. We are tenants, not possessors, lovers and not masters.

Fear is the most easily taught of all lessons, and the fight against terror, real or imagined, is perhaps the history of man's mind.

Cross Creek belongs to the wind and the rain, to the sun and the seasons, to the cosmic secrecy of seed, and beyond all, to time.

Ants in the house seem to be, not intruders, but the owners.

Readers themselves, I think, contribute to a book. They add their own imaginations, and it is as though the writer only gave them something to work on, and they did the rest.

I deal with first-hand sources. And give the people, even John Sununu, the opportunity to respond to what I've been told by first-hand sources.

At home, I hardly ever leave London. I don't like the countryside in England.

Someone who bears a grudge while he prays is like a person who sows in the sea and expects to reap a harvest.

My pen is an artery, my heart is a fountain

Now all that's left of me, is what I pretend to be. So together, but so broken up inside.

When your mind is preoccupied, your impulses—not your long-term goals—will guide your choices.

I think being a foreigner and talking about Hollywood allowed me to use some cliches and some references that an American would maybe not use.

My parents were entrepreneurs. They ran a small ad agency in upstate New York.

At the end of the day, we should give thanks and pray, to the one, to the one.

So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men.