A novelist who writes nothing for 10 years finds his reputation rising. Because I keep on producing books they say there must be something wrong with this fellow.

The more we elaborate our means of communication, the less we communicate.

I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning.

To show a child what once delighted you, to find the child's delight added to your own - this is happiness.

We cannot get grace from gadgets.

If we openly declare what is wrong with us, what is our deepest need, then perhaps the death and despair will by degrees disappear.

Just because something is told as a story and that story is part legend or myth, or feat of imagination, does not mean there is no truth in it.

You never appreciate your anonymity until you don't have it anymore.

A good holiday is one spent among people whose notions of time are vaguer than yours.

Living in an age of advertisement, we are perpetually disillusioned. The perfect life is spread before us every day, but it changes and withers at a touch.

We are members of one body. We are responsible for each other.

But remember, Kacey has a temper and she's crazy protective of you so if you need bail money, let me know.

Unless one lives and loves in the trenches, it is difficult to remember that the war against dehumanization is ceaseless.

I love you always. Time is nothing.

I train very hard, either rowing on the cross trainer or running. Not only do you feel tired afterwards but it relaxes you, it completely clears the head. But to sort things out I also like to walk.

Though conscious of the difficulty of learning without a teacher, I set out with high hope, and a fixed purpose, at whatever cost of trouble, to learn how to read.

If this is victory, then our hands are too small to hold it.

The muse in charge of fantasy wears good, sensible shoes. No foam-born Aphrodite, she vaguely resembles my old piano teacher, who was keen on metronomes.

I got my first exposure to Islam when I was 13.

They say that at the mountain pass he looked back at his kingdom, his beautiful kingdom, and wept, and his mother told him to weep like a woman for what he could not hold as a man.

It is much easier not to struggle, to give up and take the path of the living dead. But if we want to live, we must struggle.