I begin to be impatient of solitude - to feel its draperies hang sweltering, unwholesome about me.

For this moment, this one moment, we are together. I press you to me. Come, pain, feed on me. Bury your fangs in my flesh. Tear me asunder. I sob, I sob.

I was always going to the bookcase for another sip of the divine specific.

And the poem, I think, is only your voice speaking.

When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness—I am nothing.

Like" and "like" and "like"--but what is the thing that lies beneath the semblance of the thing?

The real novelist, the perfectly simple human being, could go on, indefinitely imaging.

But I pine in Solitude. Solitude is my undoing.

I begin to long for some little language such as lovers use, broken words, inarticulate words, like the shuffling of feet on pavement.

When I am grown up I shall carry a notebook—a fat book with many pages, methodically lettered. I shall enter my phrases.

Death is woven in with the violets, ” said Louis. “Death and again death.”)

The more you try to please people, the more they get control of you and you'll end up hurting yourself.

It always does seem to me that I am doing more work than I should do. It is not that I object to work

From the fallen tree everybody makes firewood.

I may be a killer," Jace said, "but I know what I am. Can you say the same?

The Jewish people have to get rid of their fears so they see the positive things and they need to dare to look at the world through their Judaism.

Women are constantly underestimated in our power, our reach, our collective pull.

Nothing is more valuable to people than health care, and by paying, they feel less like beggars and more like 'customers' who can and should demand quality care.

The four words that will define this century: The Earth is full.

A predilection for genre fiction is symptomatic of a kind of arrested development.

Once is more than generous for any lifetime.