I think about dying. I’ve come to realize we all die alone in one way or another. less than 1 minute read
Dreams are where we visit the many lands and landscapes of human possibility and discover the one where we feel at home. The great religious leaders were all dreamers. less than 1 minute read
One day it just hit me. This is it. You are not in love. So either stay in it because you have a child or be brave and find the man of your dreams and marry him for real. less than 1 minute read
It’s not like I don’t have my own wants and dreams anymore - it’s just that the kids come first. It’s primal. less than 1 minute read
Men don’t come up to you to just talk. We come up to you with a plan. We’re looking across the room at you, and we don’t care about your hopes and dreams. We don’t care about what your future holds. We saw something we wanted. less than 1 minute read
The readers are the ones who let us live our dreams. I try to write books which are really compelling - that you’d take on vacation and rather than going out, you’d read in your hotel room because you had to find out what happened. Hopefully that’s what readers are responding to. less than 1 minute read
Women are not in love with me but with the picture of me on the screen. I am merely the canvas on which women paint their dreams. less than 1 minute read
We’ve removed the ceiling above our dreams. There are no more impossible dreams. less than 1 minute read
The American Dream has run out of gas. The car has stopped. It no longer supplies the world with its images, its dreams, its fantasies. No more. It’s over. It supplies the world with its nightmares now: the Kennedy assassination, Watergate, Vietnam. less than 1 minute read
