The nations that offer to arbitrate are the ones that think they should rule the world.
My body was a machine, plain and simple. I worked it to stay strong; I fed it to keep it running.
He'd said the sun could burn me. It certainly looked angry enough, all orange and glowing mad.
There were different kinds of strength. I knew that now. It didn't always come from a knife or a willingness to fight. Sometimes it came from endurance, where the well ran deep and quiet. Sometimes it came from compassion and forgiveness.
I never belonged anywhere until I met you.
He's never going to sit at my feet and write me poems, which is good because I hate poetry, except dirty ones that rhyme.
Have you ever watched a child learning to walk? Before this week, I never had, but there's a certain grace to it. Well, if not grace, then tenacity. Fall down nine times--get up ten. And the tenth time you get where you're going, you don't stop, not for obstacles, not for other people telling you to stop. You don't listen to anything but that inner voice until you arrive where you want to be.
I always want to write erotic music. . . Not only about the love between men and women, but in a much more universal sense - about the sensuality of the mechanism of the universe. . . about life.
Your characters should be as smart as you are, if not smarter.
There are some scenes that work beautifully in a moving, sweeping master, which is how I like to work.
Sometimes you have to go somewhere else to appreciate what we have here.