It's like the human race has been programmed for misery.

Maybe that's what we look for in the people we love, the spark of unhappiness we think we know how to extinguish.

When things don't go well, it helps to think of yourself as a genius and the rest of the world as a bunch of idiots.

Every minute we were together, I felt like I was wandering in the dark through a strange house, groping for a light switch. And then, whenever I found one and turned it on, the bulb was dead.

Sooner or later we all lose our loved ones. We all have to suffer, every last one of us.

I read 'The Great Gatsby' in high school and was hypnotized by the beauty of the sentences and moved by the story about the irrevocability of lost love.

Once you'd broken through that invisible barrier that separates one person from another, you were connected forever, whether you liked it or not.

It just took some people a little longer than others to realize how few words they needed to get by, how much of life they could negotiate in silence.

Apparently even the most awful tragedies, and the people they'd ruined, got a little stale after a while.

I don't really distinguish between sympathy and honesty when I'm writing. The two go together - I'm interested in inhabiting my characters, seeing the world through their eyes.

He made me think of all the books I hadn't read, and all the ones I'd read but hadn't fully understood.

Don’t try to visualize the great mass audience. There is no such audience—every reader is a different person.

It took me 25 years for me to realize who I am. Now I'm going to use the next 75 years to focus on how I want to be remembered. One quarter down, three to go!

Happier'n young'uns bustin' outta school fer summer break!

Man came first through evolution. God came second through man's imagination.

Christians who are strong in the faith grow as they accept whatever God allows to enter their lives.

No man can prophesy with another's parable.

All is waiting and all is work; all is change and all is permanence.

He puls with a long rope, that waits for anothers death.

If most of what we see via the media is not live, it must be edited: sifted for value, interpreted and re-presented for our convenience. We live in a disco, and the DJ is in charge.

Bad critics judge a work of art by comparing it to pre-existing theories. They always go wrong when confronted with a masterpiece because masterpieces make their own rules.