Writing a novel is a lot like directing a movie because you are creating a world and a tone, you are creating a large canvas and all the details.

Downtown. Lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

She wasn't bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time.

There's nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons.

Old pictures look very rugged and young, and the people in the photographs always seem a lot happier than you are.

We accept the love we think we deserve.

I really think that everyone should have watercolors, magnetic poetry, and a harmonica.

Maybe these are my glory days, and I'm not ever realizing it because they involve a ball.

And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

please believe that things are good with me, and even when they're not, they will be soon enough. And i will always believe the same about you.

And I guess I realized at that moment that I really did love her. Because there was nothing to gain, and that didn't matter.

The greatest choices are great love, great life and great deeds.

The trip to Mars can only be understood through Black Americans. I say, the trip to Mars can only be understood through Black Americans.

You need to take out the stuff that’s just sitting there and doing nothing. No slackers allowed! All meat, no filler!

We all take different paths in life, but no matter where we go, we take a little bit of each other everywhere.

Man is but a beast without it: such a glorious god is Learning.

Not everybody is strong enough to endure life without an anesthetic. Drink probably averts more gross crime than it causes.

Books on the openings abound; nor are works on the end game wanting; but those on the middle game can be counted on the fingers of one hand.

'Saturday Night Fever,' Paula Abdul, 'Fame,' Debbie Allen... all affected me and the generation before me.

Some men make gain a fountain, whence proceeds A stream of liberal and heroic deeds; The swell of pity, not to be confined Within the scanty limits of the mind.

You're an enemy of art and I pity your ignorance," Domingo said.