You're something, alright." I laughed into his bare chest, my eyes closing. "I'm your something..." His voice trailed off into a wisper as I drifted off.

Sometimes letting go is the only way to find out who you're meant to hold on to.

But when you don't follow them up with any action, they're completely pointless. They're just sounds and syllables. But they mean absolutely nothing.

Chrystle? I'm back!" I refused to say that I was home because Cassie was my home. But I'd lost that, and her, forever, so I'd never truly be home again.

Sometimes I think my head is so big because it is so full of dreams.

Dentistry is more impressive in town-what the rural man calls cleaning the teeth is called "prophylaxis" in New York.

There are no really new stories anymore.

We are given over to absolute solitude. No one can speak with us and no one can speak for us; we must take it upon ourselves, each of us must take it upon himself.

Fathers should make you feel safe.

Writing is like jazz. It can be learned, but it can't be taught.

Let's show America our best and nothing less!

If I work hard enough, there will be things I can do tomorrow that I can't do today.

It is obvious I shall have to abandon my hopes of getting the Queen's head off the stamps.

The sun is getting dim, will I pay for who I've been?