I often don't read reviews.

...falling in love could be achieved in a single word—a glance.

come back, come back to me

Imagining what it is like to be someone other than yourself is at the core of our humanity. It is the essence of compassion, and it is the beginning of morality.

I've never had a moment's doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life.

A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn and not easily mended.

True intelligence requires fabulous imagination.

When its gone, you'll know what a gift love was. you'll suffer like this. So go back and fight to keep it.

I believe the novella is the perfect form of prose fiction. It is the beautiful daughter of a rambling, bloated ill-shaven giant (but a giant who's a genius on his best days).

I'm holding back, delaying the information. I'm lingering in the prior moment because it was a time when other outcomes were still possible.

Observing human variety can give pleasure, but so too can human sameness.

Love is an expression of power. We can use it to transform our world.

You have confidence in yourself, which is valuable, if not an indispensable quality.

The whole red state/blue state thing is very interesting. Watching that shift over the years.

The arousing of prejudice, pity, anger, and similar emotions has nothing to do with the essential facts, but is merely a personal appeal to the man who is judging the case.

Seek virtue and of that posest, to Providence resign the rest.

I like getting older and being the person who people ask for help.

Read a little. Meditate more. Think of God all the time.

All art of the past must be destroyed.

When we no longer seek God for His blessings, we have time to seek Him for Himself.

There was nothing particularly wrong with them; they were just the ordinary garden variety of human garbage.