How old are you? I asked her. "Old enough to know better." she said.

Its really hard to be roommates with people if your suitcases are much better than theirs.

She wasn't doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.

One day a long time from now you'll cease to care anymore whom you please or what anybody has to say about you. That's when you'll finally produce the work you're capable of.

Make sure you marry someone who laughs at the same things you do.

I do not wear my emotions on my sleeve. I was once described by my own son Stephen as an emotional ostrich.

I am a kind of paranoid in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.

I don't even like old cars. I'd rather have a goddam horse. A horse is at least human, for God's sake.

And I can't be running back and fourth forever between grief and high delight.

It's funny. All you have to do is say something nobody understands and they'll do practically anything you want them to.

The worst thing that being an artist could do to you would be that it would make you slightly unhappy constantly.

Life is full of change, honey. That's how we learn and grow. When we're born, the Good Lord gives each of us a Life book. Chapter by chapter, we live and learn.

Happily-ever-after monogamy has been reinforced so steadily in literature that we tend to feel like failures when we don’t achieve that in reality.

When you're young you think you know it all, when you're old you wish you could remember it all.

Everyone seems to relate to the awkwardness of being a teenager, or even a 30-year-old.

If you can lessen the chance of a bad injury by being strong, you have to do it.

Use your knowledge, and your heart, to stand up for those who can't stand, speak for those who can't speak, be a beacon of light for those whose lives have become dark.

It's in being read that a book becomes a book, and in each of a million different readings a book become one of a million different books . . .

Today was a good day for Hill Air Force Base and Utah.

It's no good giving my heart and my Soul because you already have these. So I've brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me.

The soft blue sky did never melt Into his heart; he never felt The witchery of the soft blue sky!