I've had aunts and uncles who not only haven't read my books but could hardly believe that I was a writer.

I had my bully, and it was excruciating. Not only the bully, but the intimidation I felt.

It's amazing that the heart makes no noise when it cracks.

Everybody sins, Francis. The terrible thing is that we love our sins. We love the thing that makes us evil.

And he did see--that life was rotten, that there were no heroes, really, and that you couldn't trust anybody, not even yourself.

Why did the wise guys always accuse other people of being wise guys?

They don't actually want you to do your own thing, not unless it's their thing too.

I have lived a thousand lives lost within the pages of a book.

The possibility that hope comes out of hopelessness and that the opposite of things carry the seeds of birth - love out of hate, good out of evil. Didn't flowers grow out of dirt?

Affection is one of the most neglected words in the English language, that people throw the word love around like confetti when they mean affection.

He hated to think of his own life stretching ahead of him that way, a long succession of days and nights that were fine - not good, not bad, not great, not lousy, not exciting, not anything.

The person who wishes to attain human perfection should study logic first, next mathematics, then physics, and, lastly, metaphysics.

It is as if the angels had just done their laundry and, owning no other wealth than love, they are always clothed in the same light, worn transparent from so many washings.

Be responsible. Your abilities ensure that you respond to the responsibilities that you encounter daily.

Everybody makes excuses for themselves they wouldn't be prepared to make for other people.

The Cat: When the wine drinks itself, when the skull speaks, when the clock strikes the right time, only then will you find the tunnel that leads to the Red Bull. There be a trick to it, of course.

I always believe in miracles.

I suddenly realized that through no act of my own I had become biologically related to a new human being.

When I was in high school, I was really into string theory and superstring theory and read 'Scientific American.' It's fascinating.

Attachment is a manufacturer of illusion and whoever wants reality ought to be detached.

If genetic memory or racial memory persists, is it possible that individual memory also exists from previous lives?