You looked at me, your eyes huge. You we're like a dog then, waiting for me to throw you a bone . . . waiting for something I could never give you.

And it's hard to hate someone once you understand them.

The people we care for aren't always the one we should

How long will you keep me?" I asked. You shrugged. "Forever, of course.

You saw me before I saw you. You had that look in your eyes, as if you wanted something. Wanted it for a long time.

Those blue, blue eyes, icy blue, looking back at me as if I could warm them up. They’re pretty powerful, you know, those eyes, pretty beautiful, too.

Far, far away something made a single ghostly howl, like a banshee in the dark.

It was like I existed in a kind of parallel universe, thinking thoughts and feelings that no one else understood.

Nobody's bought this land. And no one's going to want it either. It's dying land, lonely land." "Like me, then," I said. "Yes, like you." You chewed the corner of your lip. "You both need saving.

Because it's magic, this place . . . beautiful. And you're beautiful . . . beautifully separate. It all fits.

I craved your warmth. I hugged myself, rubbing my fingers up and down. I guess people are like insects sometimes, drawn to heat, A kind of infra-red longing.

Of all the weaknesses that beset a man, vanity is the most deadly. For through vanity can a wise man turn to folly.

I have a great love and respect for religion, great love and respect for atheism. What I hate is agnosticism, people who do not choose.

God does not so much want us to do things as to let people see what He can do.

A goal without a pan is just a wish.

I'm a big fan of the digestive system.

The best leaders are readers of people. They have the intuitive ability to understand others by discerning how they feel and recognizing what they sense.

I've seen every highway in the United States, and they all look alike to me.

Drama sells more than the truth.

I beat a story to within an inch of its life - that's when I know its done. Not before, not after.

Seeing is a neglected enterprise.