I wondered how a man ever got an English girl into bed. What did they do with her hockey stick?

I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions.

Character consists of what you do on the third and fourth tries.

Don't put off for tomorrow what you can do today because if you enjoy it today, you can do it again tomorrow.

The really great writers are people like Emily Brontë who sit in a room and write out of their limited experience and unlimited imagination.

Scientists dream about doing great things. Engineers do them.

I have never thought of myself as a good writer. Anyone who wants reassurance of that should read one of my first drafts. But I'm one of the world's great rewriters.

I'm not a very good writer, but I'm an excellent rewriter.

If you reject the food, ignore the customs, fear the religion and avoid the people, you might better stay home.

If your book doesn't keep you up nights when you are writing it, it won't keep anyone up nights reading it.

An age is called Dark not because the light fails to shine, but because people refuse to see it.

I believe that just because something didn’t go the way you planned it once, it’s no reason not to try again.

If you don't know it's impossible, it's easier to do.

He has a vision of his life as a sliver of soap, worn and used and smoothed into a slender, blunt-edged arrow-head, a little more of it disintegrating with every day.

You seem so clear about who you are. So certain that you are just right as you are, that for all your intelligence and maybe in spite of it, you never seem to need a second opinion.

Mother Teresa was asked what was the meaning of life, and she said to help other people, and I thought, 'What a strange thing to say' - but maybe it's the right thing to say.

And death makes equal the high and low.

the fact is, that life is too short to be occupied by aught but the present - hope and remembrance are equally a waste of time.

I get some letters from girls that if their mothers knew what they were writing me in these letters, they'd get their butts whipped.

Children are the vessels into which adults pour their poison.

While I was sleeping, I had a beautiful dream that all the people of the world got together on the same wavelength and began helping each other.