Yes. She’s correct. We’re not friends. We are lufenes actually. But she’s had an overdose of magic, which has seemingly rendered her empathetically impotent.

Do only the greatest good, for the greatest number of people. They will do the rest.

The future is bright like a shining diamond.

Writers are cannibals. They really are. They are predators, and if you are friends with them, and if you say anything funny at dinner, or if anything good happens to you, you are in big trouble.

You know you're rich when you have to drive for a half hour to get to your house once you're on your property.

We should create a holiday that celebrates money for what it is, essentially worthless paper, upon which we agree to pretend it has value.

You need to feel good about your life. Winning is a great idea, but you can get stuck in it too. It's just another way of looking at life, an idea. You need to renew yourself and your spirit.

As an irrigator guides water to his fields, as an archer aims an arrow, as a carpenter carves wood, the wise shape their lives.

Realism is to fiction what gravity is to walking: a confinement that allows dancing under the right circumstances.

Gods are nothing without their worshipers; they act on the affairs and the passions of men.

All of us must come to an honest, open self-examination, an awareness within as to who and what we want to be.

Hell, nobody knows where jazz is going to go. There may be a kid right now in Chitlin Switch, Georgia, who is going to come along and upset everybody.