Do you think a man is the only creature with whom one may fall in love?

When I was three years old I was taken with my family to a little town in Western Minnesota, where I lived a more or less vapid and ordinary life until I was ten.

I do not see any beauty in self-restraint.

The world is like a little marsh filled with mint and white hawthorn.

Fame is indeed beautiful and benign and gentle and satisfying, but happiness is something at once tender and brilliant beyond all things.

I am lithe, but fragile from constant involuntary self-analysis.

Genius of a kind has always been with me; an empty heart that has taken on a certain wooden quality; an excellent, strong woman's body and a pitiably starved soul.

A genius who does not know that he is a genius is no genius.

I do not sing nor play, but I adore music, particularly Chopin. I like him because I cannot understand him.

One must always say things that aim to interest, because in the world one must after all pay for one's keep.

I read of the Kalamazoo girl who killed herself after reading the book. I am not at all surprised. She lived in Kalamazoo, for one thing, and then she read the book.

He's the sort of guy that gets a laugh out of people.

What a joyful journey, to travel with the Lord.

If I can't talk smart I'll just sit back and listen.

There are no endings, and never will be endings, to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was an ending.

Death hath no dominion.

All men are mortal, and therefore all men are losers; our profoundest loyalty goes out to the failed.

I've got a lot to prove to a lot of people, including myself.

Writing is showbusiness for shy people. That's how I see it.

All I had to do was go out and perform. One of the hardest things was doing those back flips, where you had to jump up and land on the top rope. It's precision movement.