It's not the gods But our own hearts We need to fear. The evil starts Against all odds Not there but here.

I sometimes seem to myself to wander around the world merely accumulating material for future nostalgias.

Don't put things off till it's too late. You are the DJ of your fate.

Put your backbone where your wishbone is.

The thing about inspiration is that it takes your mind off everything else.

And an equation is the same whether it's written in red or green ink

I certainly think its very important that writers as citizens - not necessarily as writers, but just as ordinary citizens - should talk about things that matter to them.

What is the difference between my life and my love? One gets me low, the other lets me go.

I think it's possible to be multi-rooted, rather like a banyan tree, without being deracinated.

I think if something is worth doing, it's worth doing well. And worth thinking about it as well.

To not be able to love the one you love is to have your life wrenched away.

Wenn jemand starb, dem du dein Herz geschenkt hattest, nahm er es dann mit?

I believe that every child in this world needs to have a relationship with the land...to know how to nourish themselves...and to know how to connect with the community around them.

In any really good subject, one has only to probe deep enough to come to tears.

Mornings are mysteries; the first world's youth, Man's resurrection, and the future's bud Shroud in their births.

Every time I think that I've pierced through the simulation, every time I feel like I've written something authentic, it feels like I then sort of lose my footing with it.

The individual is far better-positioned to wait patiently for the right pitch while paying no regard to what others are doing, which is almost impossible for professionals.

What you believe you experience.

Society is built on marriage ... marriage and its consequences.

Indeed in my blue and white Sheffield Wednesday heart I applauded and supported his loyalty.

When guilt is in its blush of infancy, it trembles in a tenderness of shame; and the first eye that pierces through the veil that hides the secret brings it to the face