I cried until my eyes swelled shut, and then I slept, a black, dreamless sleep from which I awoke amazingly refreshed, at least until I remembered.

Don't let your habits become handcuffs

There is love in holding and there is love in letting go.

Now, on this road trip, my mind seemed to uncrinkle, to breathe, to present to itself a cure for a disease it had not, until now, known it had.

There I was, waiting, afraid I’d never experience the kind of joy yet to come, but hoping for it just the same.

Who I am is not the same minute to minute or day to day. There are far too many variables for that to ever be true, for me, or for anyone.

I like to think that I get better and better as a writer, but it seems pretty easy to me to slip on disguises of various people.

I do not think that any sorrow of youth or manhood equalled in intensity or duration the black and hopeless misery which followed the wrench of transference from a happy home to a school.

How can you come to know yourself? Never by thinking, always by doing. Try to do your duty, and you'll know right away what you amount to.

The eye instinctively looks for analogies and amplifies them, so that a face imagined in the pattern of a wallpaper may become more vivid than a photograph.

I have been rich and I have been poor. I know which one I prefer.

Thomas Hardy once advised us to record impressions more and to express ideas less. Now and then I would remember this advice.

Work not of enthusiasm but of love, conscious of duty-which means self-denial.

Christians have abused, oppressed, enslaved, insulted, tormented, tortured, and killed people in the name of God for centuries, on the basis of a thelogically defensible reading of the Bible.

Seeking support from friends and and family is like having people gathered around at your deathbed. It's nice, but when the ship sails, all they can do is stand on the dock waving goodbye.