I thought of God as being able to talk big and write *very* small.

Journalism allows its readers to witness history; fiction gives its readers an opportunity to live it.

Learning starts with failure; the first failure is the beginning of education.

What has kept the world safe from the bomb since 1945 has not been deterrence, in the sense of fear of specific weapons, so much as it's been memory. The memory of what happened at Hiroshima.

The second stage set in ten or fifteen days after the bombing. The main symptom was falling hair. Diarrhoea and fever, which in some cases went as high as 106, came next.

The final test of a work of art is not whether it has beauty, but whether it has power.

Events are less important than our responses to them.

It's a failure of national vision when you regard children as weapons, and talents as materials you can mine, assay, and fabricate for profit and defense.

There, in the tin factory, in the first moment of the atomic age, a human being was crushed by books.

The reality is that changes are coming... They must come. You must share in bringing them.

The writer must not invent. The legend on the license must read: NONE OF THIS WAS MADE UP.

Happiness does not lie in happiness, but in the achievement of it.

The satisfactions people derive from what they do are determined to a large degree by their self-evaluative standards

I like to test myself and see where I am and how I am against other people in this sport. I think that's the real draw for me.

The heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit.

Everything has to evolve or else it perishes.

You've got to realize the world will never be the same.

I tell people, you know, going to the club doesn’t make me a bad person, going to church doesn’t make you a good one.

Those of us who are writers and have to perform to communities that aren't used to coming to book events, I would recommend taking some theater.

Before becoming a mom, I never knew how good I had it to just spend time at a spa for a few hours. Now, those days are far and between. So when I have an hour, it's all about the mani and pedi.

Later that night, I held an atlas on my lap, ran my fingers across the whole world, and whispered, ‘where does it hurt?’ It answered, everywhere, everywhere, everywhere.