Gentlemen, if my love for you equaled my ignorance of everything concerning you, it would indeed be unbounded.
Hereafter she is only my sister in name; not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.
If rain drops were kisses, I'd send you showers. If hugs were seas, I'd send you oceans. And if love was a person I'd send you me! Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day.
A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain-side.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
After I had written seventeen full-length mysteries, two volumes of mini-mysteries, a travel guide and some quiz books, not to mention a spin-off Roman Mystery Scrolls series, I thought it was time I moved to new historical pastures.
The (Iraq) war can only be won diplomatically, politically and economically, and the president needs to come to that realization.
I don't see writing as a communication of something already discovered, as "truths" already known. Rather, I see writing as a job of experiment. It's like any discovery job; you don't know what's going to happen until you try it.
Picking other people's brains is an art worth cultivating.