Artists often think they are going to die before their time. They seem to possess a heightened sense of the passing of the hours.

Chamber music - a conversation between friends.

For your born writer, nothing is so healing as the realization that he has come upon the right word.

Writing, I think, is not apart from living. Writing is a kind of double living. The writer experiences everything twice. Once in reality and once in that mirror which waits always before or behind.

Writing is not apart from living. Writing is a kind of double living.

What the writer needs is an empty day ahead.

Biographers, by their very nature, want to know everything about everybody, dead or alive.

History is, in its essence, exciting; to present it as dull is, to my mind, stark and unforgivable misrepresentation.

If art has a purpose, it is to interpret life, reproduce it in fresh visions.

In writing biography, fact and fiction shouldn't be mixed. And if they are, the fictional points should be printed in red ink, the facts printed in black ink.

There is a marvelous turn and trick to British arrogance; its apparent unconsciousness makes it twice as effectual.

Just because everyone is behaving like a clown, it doesn’t mean you have to join the circus.

The Best Thing I love about being a writer and a poet is, I can make up my own words to fit my imagination.

Your goals, minus your doubts, equal your reality.

Before the effect one believes in different causes than one does after the effect.

The religious world is but a reflex of the real world.

Just me onstage with a mike having an intimate relationship with the audience. I don't get nervous for that. I just get excited.

There are no letters in the mailbox And there are no grapes upon the vine And there are no chocolates in your boxes anymore And there are no diamonds in the mine

I'm such a dude. I'm just like, 'All right, I have to get up in my monkey suit.' I'd rather be in jeans.

Even to me, as I was trying to tell the government what had happened, it just didn't seem to matter.

Annabeth: Hey, Seaweed Brain. Percy: Will you stop calling me that? Annabeth: You know you love it.