Failure: the renewable resource.

The day misspent, the love misplaced, has inside it the seed of redemption. Nothing is exempt from resurrection.

Small presses take chances. Chances are at the heart of all the literature we later know as great.

I have tried to live very quietly, so I could be happy.

As for reality, I don't even have any interest in that word.

Who would have guessed it possible that waiting is sustainable. A place with its own harvest.

What keeps me writing is that I can only know through writing. My major sense organ is apparently a pencil.

A too closely watched flower/blossoms the wrong color./Excess attention to the jonquil/turns it gentian. Flowers/need it tranquil to get/their hues right. Some/only open at midnight.

A lot of the job that one has to do as a writer is to protect the thing that doesn't match the world.

It's important to have your private enjoyments because sometimes that's all we have.

It isn't ever delicate to live.

Hope floats but effort propels.

I'm always wondering about the what-ifs, about the road not taken.

The memoirs of call girls are much in demand these days - a millennial craze.

In Swat, there are two jobs a woman's going to do: a teacher or a doctor. If not, then become a housewife.

I loved the adrenalin rush of the skeleton, and would love to do it as a Paralympic sport if they ever bring it into the Games.

If you focus on results, you will never change. If you focus on change, you will get results.

There are as many ways to live as there are people.

How are we to breed a race of human thoroughbreds unless we follow the same plan? We must make this country into a garden of children instead of a disorderly back lot overrun with human weeds.

I want a magical horse that fits in my pocket," Wil said. "And a ring of red amber that gives me power over demons. And an endless supply of cake.

Things unhoped for happen oftener than things we desire.