Our civilization is flinging itself to pieces. Stand back from the centrifuge.

I often wonder if God recognizes His own son the way we've dressed him up, or is it dressed him down?

The zipper displaces the button and a man lacks just that much time to think while dressing at dawn, a philosophical hour, and thus a melancholy hour.

But you can't make people listen. They have to come round in their own time, wondering what happened and why the world blew up around them. It can't last.

Don't ask for guarantees. And don't look to be saved in any one thing, person, machine, or library. Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were heading for shore.

The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies.

The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched the patches of the universe together into one garment for us.

It doesn't matter what you do...so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after you take your hands away.

It didn't come from the Government down. There was no dictum, no declaration, no censorship, to start with, no! Technology, mass exploitation, and minority pressure carried the trick, thank God.

I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough, it’ll make sense.

Digression is the soul of wit. Take the philosophic asides away from Dante, Milton or Hamlet's father's ghost and what stays is dry bones.

Until we learn to love each other, try to understand each other, and be compassionate to each other, peace will be an illusion.

The words went round and round and round in my mind and my body, until I knew they were no longer my words but something that had been carved into my heart.And now my soul was crying.

If God were willing to sell His grace, we would accept it more quickly and gladly than when He offers it for nothing.

I just like to have the ideas. Other people can help see them through.

I get a warm feeling among my books.

Have you been playing in toxic waste lately?

I like to take my time and not try to put too much pressure on myself, but it's hard. I think I forget every time - you give birth and you want your stomach to be flat again.

That's the funny thing about old hurts- they just wait for new heartache to come along and then show up, just as sharp and horrible as the first day you woke up with the world changed all around you.

When students cheat on exams, it's because our school system values grades more than students value learning.

Darkness, thou first great parent of us all, Thou art our great original!