Quotes About Author

The sexiest thing about men is how they are with kids... If they are great with kids they are real men ... selfless, powerful, comforting ... Too bad so many men suck!

Star regarded it for a moment and, with a sigh, sank into the bubbles.

Eu nu aduc o colec?ie de m?rturii pro ?i contra, copios putrezite de impar?ialitate. M?rturia sunt eu; impar?ialiatatea o ignor. ?i eu nu practic simpatia sau antipatia, ci dragostea ?i ura.

Borges said there are only four stories to tell: a love story between two people, a love story between three people, the struggle for power and the voyage. All of us writers rewrite these same stories ad infinitum.

After his retirement, Pranabananda wrote Pranab Gita, a profound commentary on the Bhagavad Gita, available in Hindi and Bengali. The

Do you know the Bhagavad Gita? No, sir, not really; though my eyes and mind have run through its pages many times.

When Emerson's poem BRAHMA appeared in the ATLANTIC MONTHLY in 1857, most the readers were bewildered. Emerson chuckled. "Tell them," he said, "to say 'Jehovah' instead of 'Brahma' and they will not feel any perplexity.

capture at the Bridewell Dock Groggery, he had been

You're a monster, do you know that?" "Yes, oddly enough, I do." He threw his arm across Patroclus's shoulders. "Come on, let's eat.

Carolina beach music, Dupree said, coming up on the porch. The holiest sound on earth.

When men talk about the agony of being men, they can never quite get away from the recurrent theme of self-pity. And when women talk about being women, they can never quite get away from the recurrent theme of blaming men.

I had declared in public my desire to be a writer ... I wanted to develop a curiosity that was oceanic and insatiable as well as a desire to learn and use every word in the English language that didn't sound pretentious or ditzy.

I selected all my books for the possibility of some flare of candles along the road toward illumination or enchantment

i was delighted I had offended her upholstered sensibilities.

No city could be more beautiful than Charleston during the brief reign of azaleas, no city on earth.

Moonrise is a fabulous novel and my damn wife wrote it and that's me up there near Highlands shouting it out to the hills.

Hell, Lowenstein! She made a schizophrenic! My mother should have raised cobras, not children!

A woman in Charlotte approached me and said that she's tired of the dysfunction in my novels. I told her I was sorry, but that is how the world has presented itself to me throughout my life.

It eases my soul that I share a house with [Cassandra King] a novelist of such rare and distinctive gifts.

All his movements were lethargic, as though he had a layer of silk insulating his central nervous system.

terrace above the Red Lion Bookshop observing

She honored the margins; the wild side made all the difference.

Of the Yamacraw children I can say little. I don't think I changed the quality of their lives significantly or altered the inexorable fact that they were imprisoned by the very circumstance of their birth.

Growth of the Soil by the Norwegian writer Knut Hamsun. The copy he gave me had once belonged to Norma M. Saylor, who lived in Palmyra, New Jersey.