I think writing books is a way for me to work out certain issues. I write about what matters to me, always.

I didn't think it was my job to accept what everyone said I was and who I should be.

I wondered about the science of storms and how sometimes it seemed that a storm wanted to break the world and how the world refused to break.

Mostly, I think people are fake. Well, what do you expect? The fake world we live in conspires to make us all fakes.

I wondered what that was like, to hold someone’s hand. I bet you could sometimes find all of the mysteries of the universe in someone’s hand.

Words were different when they lived inside of you.

I got to thinking that poems were like people. Some people you got right off the bat. Some people you just didn't get--and never would get.

If you want to be a writer, you don't want to live in a comfortable place.

If you can quit for a day, you can quit for a lifetime.

You are thirst and thirst is all I know

But love was always something heavy for me. Something I had to carry.

While the Gods are powerful, we learn little about them. It is only in their day of decadence that a strong light beats into heaven.

Sufis are not here to satisfy a demand. They exist to share what they have got. These two things are not always the same.

A pleasant letter I hold to be the pleasantest thing that this world has to give.

There is hardly any grief that an hour's reading will not dissipate.

Some people like being a big fish in a small pond, others a ferocious shark in the ocean, I rather be the ocean. In the end, fish die.

It helps if you really enjoy your jobs. If you don't, then just think about the money.

Religion teaches you to be satisfied with nonanswers. It’s a sort of crime against childhood.

Who's the other kid in the photo?' he asked. 'The sandy-haired guy.' Annabeth's expression tightened. Touchy subject. 'That's Luke,' she said. 'He's dead now.

Poetry increases the feeling for reality.

Gold--what can it not do, and undo?