It wasn't torpor that kept her - she was often restless to the point of irritability. She simply liked to feel that she was prevented from leaving, that she was needed.

The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realignment with what had been before and now seemed a little worse.

Wasn't writing a kind of soaring, an achievable form of flight, of fancy, of the imagination?

And though you think the world is at your feet, it can rise up and tread on you.

He knew these last lines by heart and mouthed them now in the darkness. My reason for life. Not living, but life. That was the touch. And she was his reason for life, and why he must survive.

At that moment, the urge to be writing was stronger than any notion she had of what she might write.

We go on our hands and knees and crawl our way towards the truth

Above all, she wanted to look as though she had not given the matter a moment's thought, and that would take time.

In that shrinking moment he discovered that he had never hated anyone until now. It was a feeling as pure as love, but dispassionate and icily rational.

He had never before felt so self-consciously young, nor experienced such appetite, such impatience for the story to begin.

Waiting. Simply one person doing nothing, over time, while another approached.

I hate people who are not serious about meals. It is so shallow of them.

Education is the foundation of all human endeavors. It is the most noble of all the elements of human consciousness.

Death doesn’t end our devotion. It only makes it stronger.

I like big casts. The experience of working together, that human contact - those are my roots, professionally.

We can use economic instruments to help realize our goals but economics does not tell us what our goals should be.

You must be absolutely honest and true in the depicting of a totem for meaning is attached to every line. You must be most particular about detail and proportion.

On ships they call them barnacles; in business they attach themselves to desks and are called vice presidents.

After an encounter with the living Son of the living God, nothing is ever again to be as it was before.

A pioneering and invaluable work about what it really takes to build innovation capability in society.

At my age, turning gray is kind of a blessing, where it softens all of the other horrible things it does to you, but it is what it is.