the calm of a place like Bellwood is the peace of death without the hope of resurrection.

The world doesn't come to the clever folks, it comes to the stubborn, obstinate, one-idea-at-a-time people.

Peace is not a passive but an active condition, not a negation but an affirmation.

People that trust themselves a dozen miles from the city, in strange houses, with servants they don't know, needn't be surprised if they wake up some morning and find their throats cut.

Love is like the measles, all the worse when it comes late.

having considerable mind, changing it became almost as ponderous an operation as moving a barn, although not nearly so stable.

I had a vision ... of being found on the pavement by some passerby, with a small punctuation mark ending my sentence of life.

Every crucial experience can be regarded either as a setback, or the start of a wonderful new adventure, it depends on your perspective!

when knowledge comes in at the door, fear and superstition fly out of the window.

The mystery story is two stories in one: the story of what happened and the story of what appeared to happen.

Conflict is the very essence of life.

I love you. It hurts more than anything ever has, but I do. So don't you dare tell me I don't. Don't you ever say it again!

If only youcould see me as the Devil does: palatable & raw

It is difficult to describe paths of thought where there are already many paths laid down, and not fall into one of the grooves

Mirthfulness is in the mind and you cannot get it out. It is just as good in its place as conscience or veneration.

When I turned 16 and got my license, the Chevy Blazer was passed down from my sister, so it was very much a starter car.

Movies are only the result of where we are as human beings.

King thought he understood the white Southerner, having been born and reared in Georgia and trained a theologian.

I didn't write poems for a number of years after graduate school because the criticisms of other students in the workshops wouldn't quiet down in my mind when I tried to work.

... people get confidential at midnight.

In the nineteenth century the Germans painted their dream and the outcome was invariably vegetable. The French needed only to paint a vegetable and it was already a dream.