[Emily] Dickinson, our supreme poet of inwardness.

Memory blurs, that's the point. If memory didn't blur you wouldn't have the fool's courage to do things again, again, again, that tear you apart.

Reading is the sole means by which we slip, involuntarily, often helplessly, into another's skin, another's voice, another's soul.

I never change, I simply become more myself.

How lovely this world is, really: one simply has to look.

Our enemy is by tradition our savior, in preventing us from superficiality.

Read widely, and without apology. Read what you want to read, not what someone tells you you should read.

Night comes to the desert all at once, as if someone turned off the light.

Keep a light, hopeful heart. But ­expect the worst.

See, people come into your life for a reason. They might not know it themselves, why. You might not know it. But there's a reason. There has to be

Be your own editor/critic. Sympathetic but merciless!

From kindness comes courage.

Morality is a subject to meddle in the affairs of other persons, guided by our preferences and convenience.

Have you taught her to kill, Priest? Can you teach her such a thing? She's so wise in her innocence, so innocent in her wisdom.

There will be something anguish or elation that is peculiar to this day alone. I rise from sleep and say: Hail to the morning! Come down to me my beautiful unknown.

Good and bad luck is a synonym in the great majority of instances for good and bad judgment.

Having faith often means doing what others see as crazy.

I love and treasure individuals as I meet them, I loath and despise the groups they identify or belong to.

To speak of it would be giving importance to that which has none.

APPRECIATION IN ANY FORM AT ANY TIME BRIGHTENS ANYONE'S EXISTENCE.

My God, what do we want? What does any human being want?