A novelist has to know enough about a subject to fool the passenger next to him on an airplane.

I do things like get in a taxi and say, "The library, and step on it.

It can become an exercise in trying to get the reader to like and admire you instead of an exercise in creative art.

One of the things that makes Wittgenstein a real artist to me is that he realized that no conclusion could be more horrible than solipsism.

If your fidelity to perfectionism is too high, you never do anything.

I know I'm paranoid, but am I paranoid enough?

This might be one way to start talking about differences between the early postmodern writers of the fifties and sixties and their contemporary descendants.

How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.

Everybody is identical in their secret unspoken belief that way deep down they are different from everyone else.

In the day-to-day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship.

In reality, there is no such thing as not voting: you either vote by voting, or you vote by staying home and tacitly doubling the value of some Diehard's vote.

Aren't we forever?

Our life stories are largely constructed and without mindfulness can prove destructive.

That good or bad momentS never be forgetten. It Store alwayS in any corner it will remembered at right time automaticaly. No one can eraSe it but Simply it forgotten for Some time till the true time.

Knowing sorrow well I learn to succor the distressed.

Sincerity is the surest road to confidence.

Gratitude is one of the most effective ways of getting in touch with your soul.

You can use an eraser on the drafting table or a sledge hammer on the construction site.

A single profane expression betrays a man's low breeding.

There is an element of mystique to radio, and I often listen to cricket commentary on radio, especially when one is stuck in a traffic jam.

Leo could run pretty fast when someone was trying to kill him. Sadly, he’d had a lot of practice.