...tethered to the ground by quotidian conversation.... the window rosy with anemic November light.

... instead of spelling stories you spread silence, which was outside the alphabet.

I didn't know then that the mind, like the earth, has several layers: a crust, a mantle, a boiling core.

Finally the dawn came, the sky fringed with pink, and the sun bright as a coin in a spill of rising red.

...the clear water the color of deeply steeped tea, surrounded by cattails and gracile grasses.

It is a fundamental misperception, " Fouts says to me, "to think human life has more value than any other life form.

Am well. Thinking of you always. Love

The [film] industry is an ecosystem that's sick.

There are more teams looking for pitchers than there are pitchers. That's why it's pricey.

Something touched me deep inside The day the music died.

My dreams are a stupid refuge, like an umbrella against a thunderbolt.

What is life but a series of inspired follies? The difficulty is to find them to do. Never lose a chance: it doesn’t come every day.

Give me a story that just makes me unreasonably vigilant. Keep me up till five only because all your stars are out, and for no other reason.

We’ve arrived,” Leo announced. “Time to Split.” Frank groaned. “Can we leave Valdez in Croatia?

Start today by practicing constant conversation with God and continual mediation on his Word. Prayer lets you speak to God; mediation lets God speak to you.

My dad was a militant atheist, or is a militant atheist. My mum was sort of bought up in a religious family because she was a Protestant from Ireland but wasn't especially religious.