Blessed books—they’re a place to be alone, and no one else can come in.

Marriage is like a well-built porch. If one of the two posts leans too much, the porch collapses. So each must be strong enough to stand on its own.

...wanting things for the wrong reasons can turn anyone's life into a marshmallow on a stick over a hot fire: impossibly messy and eventually consumed, one way or another.

That's what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you're not so lovable.

The loneliness you feel with another person, the wrong person, is the loneliest of all.

You've got to say what you mean and mean what you say...Doubt in your voice is an open door people will shove right through.

You've got to have someone who loves your body. Who doesn't define you, but sees you. Who loves what he sees. Who you don't have to struggle to be good enough for.

We don't want you convicted for condiment theft. You go to that prison, you'll meet big-time operators. Maple syrup stealers.

We can get so wrapped up in our own misconceptions that we miss the simple beauty of the truth.

It was one of those times you feel a sense of loss, even though you didn't have something in the first place. I guess that's what disappointment is- a sense of loss for something you never had.

If time heals all wounds, and a book can hold a person's entire life, then you can speed up the process with a pulp time warp.

Delight is indeed born in the heart. It sometimes also depends on its surroundings.

Life is so big. Do not try to fill it. Instead, expand within. You are enough for you.

No duh, Susan said. You are like a walking vault of things you don't tell people. People who have secrets should pay you to hold on to them for them. You could be like a secret bank.

It's about you, giving yourself permission to be who you are, without giving a rip about what anybody else is thinking about it.

Nature refuses to sympathize with our sorrow. She seems not to have provided for, but by a thousand contrivances against it.

To defend oneself against a fear is simply to insure that one will, one day, be conquered by it; fears must be faced.

I see therapy as a substitute for friendship. I see it as a commentary on the impersonality of society that people have to pay someone to tell them their troubles.

Health is not, in the minds of most people, a unitary concept. It is multi-dimensional, and it is quite possible to have 'good' health in one respect, but 'bad' in another.

Now he is a statesman, when what he really wants is to be what most reporters are, adult delinquents.

New materials are one of the great afflictions of contemporary art. Some artists confuse new materials with new ideas.