I believe that the memoir is the novel of the 21st century; it’s an amazing form that we haven’t even begun to tap…we’re just getting started figuring out what the rules are.

You mustn’t be so open-minded that your brains fall out.

Addiction isnt about substance - you arent addicted to the substance, you are addicted to the alteration of mood that the substance brings.

There is no such thing as expecting too much.

Writers often write their best when they are feeling their worst

The actual American childhood is less Norman Rockwell and Walt Disney than Nathaniel Hawthorne and Edgar Allan Poe.

Dogs are great teachers. They are at home in the world. They live in the moment, and they force us to stay there with them. Dogs love us unconditionally, not for our bodies or bank accounts.

Womens currency is their looks. Like it or not, the most powerful woman is an 18-year-old woman.

Personal experience is the lightning of the soul; it transforms the heart in ways that leave the brain behind.

Death is terrifying because it is so ordinary. It happens all the time.

Guilt is petty; I am above guilt.

And the story of love is a long sad tale ending in graves.

The only way to learn new things is to ask questions and be curious. Find the people who inspire your curiosity because those are the ones you will most learn from.

A man who wills commands something within himself that renders obedience, or that he believes renders obedience.

He exuded wisdom-even the wisest...were pale, flickering candles next to the nourishing solar illumination of [his] insights.

Philosophy is the love of wisdom: Christianity is the wisdom of love.

Look, Americans will go for leadership that makes sense. Our job, you know, as public officials, is not to put our finger in the air. Our job is to listen, and then lead.

A word of kindness is seldom spoken in vain, while witty saying are as easily lost as the pearls slipping from a broken string.

I always go to the Agriculture Building, where they make apple cider popsicles for a dollar.

Those who say truth is stranger than fiction have wasted their time on poorly written fiction.

In our language rhyme is a barrel. A barrel of dynamite. The line is a fuse. The line smoulders to the end and explodes; and the town is blown sky-high in a stanza.