Small presses take chances. Chances are at the heart of all the literature we later know as great.

The day misspent, the love misplaced, has inside it the seed of redemption. Nothing is exempt from resurrection.

I have tried to live very quietly, so I could be happy.

As for reality, I don't even have any interest in that word.

Who would have guessed it possible that waiting is sustainable. A place with its own harvest.

Failure: the renewable resource.

What keeps me writing is that I can only know through writing. My major sense organ is apparently a pencil.

A too closely watched flower/blossoms the wrong color./Excess attention to the jonquil/turns it gentian. Flowers/need it tranquil to get/their hues right. Some/only open at midnight.

A lot of the job that one has to do as a writer is to protect the thing that doesn't match the world.

It's important to have your private enjoyments because sometimes that's all we have.

It isn't ever delicate to live.

I stared up at the sky and raised my middle finger, just in case God was watching. I don't like being spied on.

You can never make someone like something they don't like, but you can always help them to better understand it.

Once again there was the desert, and that only.

You're lucky. You're getting this over with now. You only fall in love for the first time once.""That's very Taylor Swift of you, " I say.

A sharp decline in actual deprivation may, paradoxically, have been accompanied by an ongoing and even escalating sense of fear of deprivation.

Jules stood up and stretched gracelessly. “Let’s hurry up and pay before she”-she indicated Claire with a flick of her thumb-“sees something shiny and we lose her again.

I'm just as insufferable and useless as every other dad is. The dynamic never changes, no matter what you do for a living.

Now see, a lot of critics are saying Arnold can't get elected because he's just an ambitious guy with a famous name, who doesn't know anything about running the government. Didn't hurt George Bush.

I credit literature for the reason I act because that was the door to me saying, ‘Oh! I can be somebody else. I can exist as someone else.’

Fishing is a quest for knowledge and wonder as much as a pursuit of fish; it is as much an acquaintance with beavers, dippers, and other fishermen as it is the challenge of catching trout.