It was like the top of the roof came off the house,. . He had that effect on everyone.
She looked at her hand: Just some hand, holding a cheap pen. Some girls’ hand. She had nothing to do with that hand. Let that hand do whatever it wanted to.
People can be unimaginably foolish. . . and they can be unimaginably grand, at times.
When a daring idea first crosses one's mind, if it is to be realized in the future it is often appealing. Then, as the time for its execution comes nearer, one begins to dread that which had once been anticipated.
If I'm writing by intuition, generally that calculation works itself out. But if I'm writing a mystery, and somebody has to have a reason for doing what he's doing, and it's not anything I can imagine myself wanting to do, things get a little more difficult to write, and careless mistakes are made.
You could say that all of life is a series of last chances.
I do have trouble starting books. I have ideas that I have trouble starting to write. But I'm the kind of person who tends to finish everything she starts out of sheer stubbornness.
We do not need to wait for the Holy Spirit to come: he came on the day of Pentecost. He has never left the church.
I'm sometimes asked about my productivity, which I find a bit embarrassing to be honest. I don't really have a particularly interesting answer to this question.
We must recoile a little, to the end we may leap the better.
One of our statesmen said, "The curse of this country is eloquent men. "