I don't lead a writer's life. And I think that can be a source of suspicion and irritation to some people.

The wind shows us how close to the edge we are.

The willingness to accept responsibility for one's own life is the source from which self-respect springs.

To cure jealousy is to see it for what it is, a dissatisfaction with self.

We are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not.

I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.

Memory fades, memory adjusts, memory conforms to what we think we remember.

We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget.

The fear is for what is still to be lost.

Do not whine... Do not complain. Work harder. Spend more time alone.

Short stories demand a certain awareness of one's own intentions, a certain narrowing of the focus.

When you come to God, the devil will remind you about the pleasures of sin

I have a definition of success. For me, it's very simple. It's not about wealth and fame and power. It's about how many shining eyes I have around me.

You should try not to talk so much, friend. You'll sound far less stupid that way. - Breeze

One of the big misconceptions about me is that I walk around in mini-skirts and high heels twenty-four seven and go to the gym in heels.

Tis I whom children love the best; / My wealth is all for them; / For them is set each glossy cup / Upon each sturdy stem.

I now realize that the small hills you see on ski slopes are formed around the bodies of forty-seven-year-olds who tried to learn snowboarding.

In all that surrounds him the egotist sees only the frame of his own portrait.

Our pain carves out a larger space for love to fill.

Each person is born to one possession which outvalues all his others-his last breath.

Regarding R. H. Blyth: For translations, the best books are still those by R. H. Blyth. . . .