No it is not easy to write. It is as hard as breaking rocks. Sparks and splinters fly like shattered steel.

But don't forget, in the meantime, that this is the season for strawberries. Yes.

Everything in the world began with a yes. One molecule said yes to another molecule and life was born.

It is because I dove into the abyss that I am beginning to love the abyss I am made of.

I only achieve simplicity with enormous effort

The only truth is that I live. Sincerely, I live. Who am I? Well, that's a bit much.

Do you ever suddenly find it strange to be yourself?

Do you know that hope sometimes consists only of a question without an answer?

There it is, the sea, the most incomprehensible of non-human existences.

Her curiosity instructed her more than the answers she was given.

Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?

A profound love between two people involves, after all, the power and chance of doing profound hurt.

I can't have white roses. They symbolize death.

Every great genius has an admixture of madness.

We distinguish the excellent man from the common man by saying that the former is the one who makes great demands on himself, and the latter who makes no demands on himself.

That is the fearful part of having been near death. One knows how easy it is to die. The barriers that are up for everybody else are down for you, and you've only to slip through.

Being Irish was a big thing for me, particularly growing up in Chicago.

Life isn't fair," Owen told her. "Get used to it.

It is not human nature to enjoy what we get with no effort.

Two words to improve any dish. Ba, Con