How we lie to ourselves when we've fallen in love with the wrong man.

The point is not to pay back kindness but to pass it on.

Each of us will have to make the choices that allow us to be the largest versions of ourselves.

It's like my whole world is coming undone, but when I write, my pencil is a needle and thread, and I'm stitching the scraps back together.

A novel is not, after all, a historical document, but a way to travel through the human heart.

I write to find out what I am thinking. I write to find out who I am. I write to understand things.

A book does not discriminate against any reader. All are welcome at the table of literature.

Don't plan it all. Let life surprise you a little.

Everyone needs a strong sense of self. It is our base of operations for everything that we do in life.

I admit that for me love goes deeper than the struggle, or maybe what I mean is, love is the deeper struggle.

Every writer can tell you that a book is only truly alive when it finds passionate readers who bring it alive in their imaginations.

It is not the one that falls first that matters, but the one that gets up to help the other

The best story to tell your kids is that of your own family.

Religion is not what appears. It's what guides the appearance. There is an appearance of everything. But the appearance doesn't always have something behind it.

Actually there were only two forms of existence, I reflected: one that was tied to a place and one that wasn't. Both had always existed. Neither could be chosen.

Conscious man, to be sure, has at all times been keenly aware that life is an adventure, that life must, forever, be wrested from death.

I'm not worried about where Barack Obama is from. I'm worried about where he's going.

We were promised sufferings. They were part of the program. We were even told, Blessed are they that morn.

Every photograph could be set up. If one could imagine it, one could set it up. The whole discussion is a way of not talking about photographs.

The mind aware of itself is a pilot... vastly freer than a passenger mind.

First frost meant letting go, so it was always reason to celebrate.