Love, the simplest, strongest, and most unforgiving of all emotions.
I was being paid to do what I loved, and there's no gig on earth better than that; it's like a license to steal.
A lot of us grow up and we grow out of the literal interpretation that we get when we're children, but we bear the scars all our life. Whether they're scars of beauty or scars of ugliness, it's pretty...
You want to remember that while you're judging the book, the book is also judging you.
He lay back, put his arm over his eyes, and tried to hold onto the anger, because the anger made him feel brave. A brave man could think. A coward couldn't.
Homesickness is not always a vague, nostalgic, almost beautiful emotion, although that is somehow the way we always seem to picture it in our mind. It can be a terribly keen blade, not just a sickness...
Why must you hurt me, when I love you so? When I can do nothing else nor want to, for love made me and fed me and kept me in better days? Why will you cut me, and disfigure my face, and fill me with w...
They're animals, all right. But why are you so goddam sure that makes us human beings?
It didn´t occur to me until later that there´s another truth, very simple: greed in a good cause is still greed.
And when there are enough outsiders together in one place, a mystic osmosis takes place and you're inside.
You stole my story and something's got to be done about it.
Story is honorable and trustworthy; plot is shifty, and best kept under house arrest.
Read sometimes for the story, Bobby. Don't be like the book-snobs who won't do that. Read sometimes for the words - the language. Don't be like the play-it-safers that won't do that. But when you find...
It's as if God gave you something-all those stories- and said, "Here you are. Try not to lose it." But children lose everything unless somebody is there to help them, and if your parents are too stupi...
Friends come in and out of our lives, like busboys in a restaurant.
The world had teeth and it could bite you with them anytime it wanted.
The tears that heal are also the tears that scald and scourge.
I loved you then and I love you now and I have loved you every second in between.
Moonlight flooded in the windows and silvered the room, turning it into a lagoon of dreams
Time heals all wounds.