And feeling clever, I've always thought, is just a sigh away from being cheerful.

...falling in love could be achieved in a single word—a glance.

come back, come back to me

Imagining what it is like to be someone other than yourself is at the core of our humanity. It is the essence of compassion, and it is the beginning of morality.

I've never had a moment's doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life.

A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn and not easily mended.

True intelligence requires fabulous imagination.

When its gone, you'll know what a gift love was. you'll suffer like this. So go back and fight to keep it.

I believe the novella is the perfect form of prose fiction. It is the beautiful daughter of a rambling, bloated ill-shaven giant (but a giant who's a genius on his best days).

I'm holding back, delaying the information. I'm lingering in the prior moment because it was a time when other outcomes were still possible.

Observing human variety can give pleasure, but so too can human sameness.

First it was "The Silent Generation", then "Generation Boomers", then "Generation X", then "Generation Y" and as last "Generation Z".

When I’m passionate about something I strive for excellence, judging whether or not I achieved it is up to the audience.

You can never know everything, and part of what you know is always wrong. Perhaps even the most important part. A portion of wisdom lies in knowing that. A portion of courage lies in going on anyway.

Be curious! Be crazy with passion! Astound yourself!

I've been using the Mac solely for years, and got very comfortable with it.

I'm not a militant, drug-taking freak! I'm sensitive.

I've gone through many, many things. I tell you something, that if it doesn't kill you, you get stronger.

Natural law is only whatever happens in your lifetime within fifty miles of you.

Every moment of your life is infinitely creative and the universe is endlessly bountiful

She knew now that marriage did not make love. Janie’s first dream was dead, so she became a woman.