Parents. . . are sometimes a bit of a disappointment to their children. They don't fulfil the promise of their early years.

Writing is a combination of intangible creative fantasy and appallingly hard work.

I get a warm feeling among my books.

Literature illuminates life only for those to whom books are a necessity.

It is not what happens to people that is significant, but what they think happens to them.

One of the worst things about life is not how nasty the nasty people are. You know that already. It is how nasty the nice people can be.

The whole idea of interviews is in itself absurd - one cannot answer deep questions about what one's life was like - one writes novels about it.

One passes through the world knowing few, if any, of the important things about even the people with whom one has been from time to time in the closest intimacy.

He fell in love with himself at first sight and it is a passion to which he has always remained faithful. Selflove seems so often unrequited.

Books do furnish a room.

Self-love seems so often unrequited.

You have no idea how much I appreciate your friendship, ” Jules said. Sam held out several bills. “Yeah, actually I do, ” he said. “It’s probably as much as I appreciate yours.

Stop categorizing and labeling! This is your way to avoid the unknown but brings the risk to avoid the new!

Ethics is a detergent word, used time and time again to clean consciences without scrubbing.

L'alpiniste est un homme qui conduit son corps là où, un jour, ses yeux ont regardé. Et qui revient.

My mother worked in fashion design and she used to show me all of these looks. She tried to get me to wear fitted jeans in high school. This is when big jeans were popping.

When they tried to draft me, I earned a college degree.

Nobody stood by Jesus. Maybe nobody will stand by you. It's a lonely life, but it's a glorious life.

Anyone who invokes authors in discussion is not using his intelligence but his memory.

Your reputation is harmed the most by what you say to defend it.

T'is the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone.