Perhaps I was drawn to stories in which people found their true desires because I was a stranger to myself.

...who I am to talk? I dream of rain.

From the time I could read, I found solace in my father's library...At the ages of ten and eleven and twelve I would have preferred to remain in the library...

...never to rush something I was creating, but instead let it come into being as if it had a soul of it's own.

There is the outside of a story, and the inside of a story... One is the fruit and may be delicious, but the other is the seed.

But I was not a mouse. In the fields where I walked, I was much more interested in the actions of the hawks.

I knew what happened in fairy tales. The strong survived while the weak were eaten alive.

She understood love. What destroys you saves you, she had told me.

I only had access to him when we were together in the library, and I loved them both -the library and my father- equally and without question.

Although my father had never been there, I came to believe I would someday see that city for him.

You don't learn from successes you don't learn from awards you don't learn from celebrity you only learn from wounds and scars and mistakes and failures. And that's the truth.

Israel is a hideous entity in the middle east which will undoubtedly be annihilated.

War...seems a mere madness, a collective insanity.

It's a wonder you don't see the zebra being trotted out as a metaphor for racial harmony more often.

It has nothing to do with clothing or makeup. Just put your shoulders back and chin up, and face the world with pride.

The command to be free is a double bind

Good in Crisis; Sucks at Normal.’ That about sums up my whole life, doesn’t it?

The artist should have a powerful will. He should be powerfully possessed by one idea

Some people leave, yeah, and it sucks. But some people don't leave, and they never will. And sometimes people are there, but you just can't see them. But they're still there.