So long as one is happy one can endure any discipline: it was unhappiness that broke down the habits of work.

There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in.

My two fingers on a typewriter have never connected with my brain. My hand on a pen does. A fountain pen, of course. Ball-point pens are only good for filling out forms on a plane.

Hate is a lack of imagination.

Our worst enemies here are not the ignorant and simple, however cruel; our worst enemies are the intelligent and corrupt

Innocence always calls mutely for protection when we would be so much wiser to guard ourselves against it: innocence is like a dumb leper who has lost his bell, wandering the world, meaning no harm.

Innocence is like a dumb leper who has lost his bell, wandering the world, meaning no harm.

A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.

A single feat of daring can alter the whole conception of what is possible.

Sweet are the thoughts that savor of content: the quiet mind is richer than a crown.

People who like quotes love meaningless generalizations

Don’t hide what you have just because people tell you it’s not normal. I have known normal people…and guess what? They are as boring as hell...

The reasons that drive me to write are many and the most important are the most secret, I think. Perhaps most of all this: to put something out of death's reach.

Wolves are very resourceful. All they need to survive is for people not to shoot them.

If we must put our head into the lion’s mouth, let us make certain that he chokes upon our flesh!

I associate my motion picture career more with being unhappy and scared, or being under the gun, than with anything pleasant.

One day I had to sit down with myself and decide that I loved myself no matter what my body looked like and what other people thought about my body. I got tired of hating myself.

With joy you will draw water from the wells of salvation.

Did no one tell him that pain lives in this sand, dug in and watered with our blood?

I seem to smell the stench of appeasement in the air.

I like boots that are comfortable. Better for fit and touch as well.