Books on horse racing subjects have never done well, and I am told that publishers had come to think of them as the literary version of box office poison

This self-respect and sense of self-worth, the innermost armament of the soul, lies at the heart of humanness; to be deprived of it is to be dehumanized, to be cleaved from, and cast below, mankind.

People think I must have been turning cartwheels on the night I sealed the movie deal - which was only two days after sealing the book deal - but I was really quite terrified.

I think authors can get into trouble viewing the subject matter as their turf

It's easy to talk to a horse if you understand his language. Horses stay the same from the day they are born until the day they die. They are only changed by the way people treat them.

The paradox of vengefulness is that it makes men dependent upon those who have harmed them, believing that their release from pain will come only when their tormentors suffer.

For me, being a writer was never a choice. I was born one. All through my childhood I wrote short stories and stuffed them in drawers. I wrote on everything. I didn't do my homework so I could write

Without dignity, identity is erased. In its absence, men are defined not by themselves, but by their captors and the circumstances in which they are forced to live.

Without dignity, identity is erased.

I just thought I was empty and now I'm being filled...and I just wanted to keep being filled.

His books were the closest thing he had to furniture and he lived in them the way other men live in easy chairs.

Dignity will only happen when you realize that having someone in your life doesn’t validate your worth.

I'm tired of making people sad and I'm tired of disappointing them and I'm tired of seeing them break. I have seen this too many times. He will be the last.

It is appointed for man to die once, Live life to the fullness.

What is black empowerment when it seems to benefit not the vast majority but an elite that tends to be recycled?

I have little belief in human progress. The human race is incurably idiotic. It will never be happy.

I am alarmed when it happens that I have walked a mile into the woods bodily, without getting there in spirit.

Transformations is the word. We can do the work of transformation only in the present moment

Reflecting an amalgam of economics, monetary, and psychological factors, the stock market represents possibly the most subtly intricate game invented by man.

Wise married women don't trouble themselves about infidelity in their husbands.

One should never do that to another which one regards as injurious to one's own self.