...he seemed to approach the grave as an hyperbolic curve approaches a line, less directly as he got nearer, till it was doubtful if he would ever reach it at all.

Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change.

To dwellers in a wood, almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature.

The resolution to avoid an evil is seldom framed till the evil is so far advanced as to make avoidance impossible.

That aspects are within us; and who seems Most kingly is the King.

O, you have torn my life all to pieces... made me be what I prayed you in pity not to make me be again!

A woman would rather visit her own grave than the place where she has been young and beautiful after she is aged and ugly.

You have never loved me as I love you--never--never! Yours is not a passionate heart--your heart does not burn in a flame! You are, upon the whole, a sort of fay, or sprite-- not a woman!

Do not do an immoral thing for moral reasons.

The perfect woman, you see [is] a working-woman; not an idler; not a fine lady; but one who [uses] her hands and her head and her heart for the good of others.

Why is it that a woman can see from a distance what a man cannot see close?

I do YouTube my cars a lot.

My dad is so unique in what he does. It's not like I'm taking a torch from him and doing his thing. I hope I've carried from him a little bit of a sense of irony, a little bit of a wink.

I was probably 35 when I wrote the first story. The voice is kind of a mix in that it has a young voice, but it's also someone who's looking back. I like that kind of double vision.

Wherever you go, things change you. I mean, obviously moving to Miami and becoming part of the NBA has given me a different perspective on style than I had when I lived in Chicago or Milwaukee.

I tattered their wings and tore off their legs, joint by joint, watched them crawl in circles, like little lost infants, untill they decide to die.

He writes so well he makes me feel like putting my quill back in my goose.

Fiction is a branch of neurology: the scenarios of nerve and blood vessels are the written mythologies of memory and desire.

New Yorkers, by reputation, are fast-talking, assertive and easily annoyed; I fit right in.

Character + Chance = Success

When songs fall from the sky, all I can do is catch them before they hit the ground.