I was the basest of readers. All I wanted was my own world, and myself in it, given back to me in artful shapes and accessible form.

...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.

I practised as an architect for 10 years. I qualified in 1973 with a fellowship diploma of architecture. World Series Cricket gave me the freedom to go out and pursue architecture.

To take those fools in clerical garb seriously is to show them too much honor.

No one will burn out doing aerobic running. It is too much anaerobic running, which the American scholastic athletic system tends to put young athletes through, that burns them out.

The longer our graduation lines are today, the shorter our unemployment lines will be tomorrow.

United by their clasped hands, they became again the two halves, the light and the dark. The Destroyer and the Savior. A whole.

Send me money, send me green, and Heaven you will meet. Make your contribution and you'll get a better seat.

A jail is just like a nutshell with a worm in it, the worm will always get out.

I'm unclear on the definition of person the courts have been using. Something that sieves out dolphins but lets corporations slide on through.

The exceptional life depends not on working harder, but on different, even opposite, actions from habit and the crowd.

Misquotation is quotology’s swamp. Amateur quoters mix and mangle Shakespeare and Scripture. Professors gaffe and printers bungle. It’s a mess we must wade into.