Always being myself and my salve, which is life. I’m not lonely, if that’s what it seems like. Always writing things down.

I couldn’t decide whether it was better to be the art, or the artist.

It's not enough to say it; you would need to take it out of your mouth, you would need to become it. You would need to become what you were born to be.

It’s television, after all. No one is dead, even when they die.

The future is trash. Recycling it, re-arranging it. Making it beautiful again.

Literature sustains life because it captures death in its forward march. Clickety-clickety-clack, the wheels go round and round ...

To own beauty is the first lie of it.

The convenient function of every celebrated machine for living is to produce machines to live in them.

In the act of creation, as in all the arts, the soul should be felt in the face and the fingers and the tongue, even in the cavities.

Live a life worth reading about. Then write it.

The mist after rain, uninterrupted rainfall on rooftops, pitter-patter intellect. The thoughts I leave behind like footsteps.

What's the world's greatest lie?... It's this: that at a certain point in our lives, we lose control of what's happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate.

In any situation, you can find strength in the Lord.

There will be days that I don't think we'll know how to survive. But we will, because we have each other.

Every day is a little life ... live every day as if it would be the last. Those that dare lose a day are dangerously prodigal those that dare misspend it are desperate.

Further, the dignity of the science itself seems to require that every possible means be explored for the solution of a problem so elegant and so celebrated.

She was a mischief, and that was a satisfaction; no longer was she a huntress of corralled game

Men like war: they do not hold much sway over birth, so they make up for it with death. Unlike women, men menstruate by shedding other people's blood.

I've learned that I want what I deny. I want someone who is crazy about me, who treats me like a princess. I want the picture-perfect fairy tale stuff.

One wit, like a knuckle of ham in soup, gives a zest and flavour to the dish, but more than one serves only to spoil the pottage.

Everything is connected. There is nothing that is not connected.