In every loving woman there is a priestess of the past - a pious guardian of some affection, of which the object has disappeared.

Tell me what you feel in your room when the full moon is shining in upon you and your lamp is dying out, and I will tell you how old you are, and I shall know if you are happy.

There is no respect for others without humility in one's self.

Learn to... be what you are, and learn to resign with a good grace all that you are not.

Women wish to be loved without a why or a wherefore; not because they are pretty, or good, or well-bred, or graceful, or intelligent, but because they are themselves.

Destiny has two ways of crushing us - by refusing our wishes and by fulfilling them.

In every loving woman there is a priestess of the past

Analysis kills spontaneity. The grain once ground into flour springs and germinates no more.

Truth is not only violated by falsehood; it may be equally outraged by silence.

You desire to know the art of living, my friend? It is contained in one phrase: make use of suffering.

Materialism coarsens and petrifies everything, making everything vulgar, and every truth false.

I don’t see the me that you see. I wish for just a lit­tle bit I could climb into you and then you could climb into me and then we could tell each other what we saw there.

I see retirement as just another of these reinventions, another chance to do new things and be a new version of myself.

One doesn't stop seeing. One doesn't stop framing. It doesn't turn off and turn on. It's on all the time.

Through my fiction, I make mainstream readers see the new Americans as complex human beings, not as just The Other.

Elegance is always in style for men.

I think Elvis Presley is a crooner. Even people like Eddie Vedder, I hear him sing some things and I go "wow". Seal, that kind of nice voice, too.

Trust is kind of this economic lubricant. When trust is high, morale is high. ... Higher trust environments produce individuals who are happier.

One year they asked me to be poster boy - for birth control.

When the term "machine gun" enters common parlance, the word "machine" becomes much more sinister.

Look on the bright side; that's one bullet that's not going to hit me.