Each decision - to kill, to sign a petition, to write a letter, to make a speech, to attack, to lie, to surrender - was made at some point in somebody's day.

I woke up thinking a very pleasant thought. There is lots left in the world to read.

Books: a beautifully browsable invention that needs no electricity and exists in a readable form no matter what happens.

For me, as a beginning novelist, all other living writers form a control group for whom the world is a placebo.

Printed books usually outlive bookstores and the publishers who brought them out. They sit around, demanding nothing, for decades. That's one of their nicest qualities - their brute persistence.

I've never been a fast reader. I'm fickle; I don't finish books I start; I put a book aside for five, ten years and then take it up again.

Haven't you felt a peculiar sort of worry about the chair in your living room that no one sits in?

Poetry is prose in slow motion.

Spoon the sauce over the ice cream. It will harden. This is what you have been working for.

But spending your life concentrating on death is like watching a whole movie and thinking only about the credits that are going to roll at the end. It’s a mistake of emphasis.

Shoes are the first adult machines we are given to master.

A new millennium brings with it great changes that will definitely affect the physical realm

I don't bless people because I don't wanna. I do it because that's what kind of person I am. It's almost like i can't resist." ― Sage Canny

Usury is the cancer of the world, which only the surgeon's knife of fascism can cut out of the life of the nations.

If we want to be loved, we are looking for a support system. If we want to love, we are looking for spiritual growth.

Calculus is one course you can come with to your parents and say, I am dropping it. And they'll understand.

Black hair and blue eyes are my favorite combination.

Living on purpose requires us to find what we love fiercely, give it all we've got and then pass it on, as if it were a torch, to those who follow

Malice blunts the point of wit.

Could she fall so low? No, there were limits, and she believed she still knew where some of them were.

I didn't have a life until I went up onstage.