Everything we say is a story. But nothing we say is just a story..

For as long as I could remember, he had never worn a single piece of clothing that could be considered casual. Khaki shorts and golf shirts, to Umber….

And whether or not we had now paid our dues, he was my blessing, and I was his..

A novel is, hopefully, the starting point of a conversation, one in which the author engages readers and asks that they see things from a different p….

When the old men fight, the young people die..

...it is fifty percent what they see, and fifty percent what they think they see..

We are all cups, and our destiny is poured according to measures we cannot understand, cannot influence..

There is a trick to flying. The angels told me." He had smiled at my wide-eyed awe. "You need to forget everything you know as a human being. When yo….

In many ways, a degree in the history of ideas is the ideal training for an aspiring writer..

I wish I had the power to flip my reality upside down like an hourglass, and that life wasn't a finite affair, but rather a perpetually recurring pas….

as a bird swoops down on it's prey, and assumes this land bound wretch into heaven, so did romeo steal her lips before they fled him again. suspended….

There is lust and then there is love. They are related, but still very different things. To indulge in one requires little but honeyed speech and a c….

...had always taken for granted that the whole world was in a state of constantly fluctuating madness, and that a neurosis was not an illness, but a ….

Look,' I said, struggling to keep up, 'I just wanna make one thing absolutely clear. I don't believe in guns. I just want peace. Okay?' Alessandro st….

If you let go of me now,” I whispered, stretching against him, “it could be another six hundred years before you find me again. Are you willing to ta….

Romeo was cute …” “Cute?” Alessandro rolled his eyes. “What kind of man is cute?” “… and an excellent dancer …” “Romeo had feet of lead! He said so h….

She laughed out loud, a warm, knowing laughter that made me once again wonder about the secret ingredient in these women’s lives. Whatever it was, I ….

I did not know my soul until I saw it's reflection in your eyes..

But he is an Italian," was Umberto's sensible reply. "He doesn't care if you break some law a little bit, as long as you wear beautiful shoes. Are yo….

It's what we call a dolce pazzia... a sweet madness. Once you feel it, you will never want to leave it..

I think Shakespeare is everybody's treasure..