Only the few know the sweetness of the twisted apples.

Dare to be strong and courageous. That is the road. Venture anything.

The object of art is not to make salable pictures. It is to save yourself.

The lives of people are like young trees in a forest. They are being choked by climbing vines. The vines are old thoughts and beliefs planted by dead men.

You won’t arrive. It is an endless search.

There is within every human being a deep well of thinking over which a heavy iron lid is kept clamped.

I think the whole glory of writing lies in the fact that it forces us out of ourselves and into the lives of others.

The thing of course, is to make yourself alive. Most people remain all of their lives in a stupor.

I go about looking at horses and cattle. They eat grass, make love, work when they have to, bear their young. I am sick with envy of them.

It was a cold day but the sun was out and the trees were like great bonfires against gray distant fields and hills.

The whole object of education is...to develop the mind. The mind should be a thing that works.

Oh, so there were angels and demons, but no vampires? No mysterious, super-hot bloodsuckers who would love you forever? Now that was totally unfair.

Given the multiple crises we are living through, investigative journalism is all the more important.

Our love is God, let's go get a Slushie.

The only thing we have to fear...is audiovisual glitches at our annual event.

Who would name their kid Jack with the last words 'off' at the end of the last name? No wonder that guy is screwed up.

Such a closely divided election; Secretary [Hillary] Clinton won the popular votes.Michigan, Pennsylvania, Wisconsin - about 112,000 votes separated the two candidates as well.

Beware of geeks, you know, bearing formulas.

You cannot imprison me!" He bellowed. "I am Hyperion! I am-" The bark closed over his face. Grover took his pipes from his mouth. "You are a very nice maple tree.

It's curious the way we get nostalgic for some hoped-for thing that never happened, as if something that never happened were in the past.

Along the coast the sea roars, and inland the mountains roar – the roaring at the center, like a distant clap of thunder.