The future will be gorgeous and reckless, and words, those luminous charms, will set us free again.

Truth be told, there is not one day that goes by when I don't fall in love with someone, with something.

Huddled around the fire of the alphabet.

But sometimes even the sky is dangerous. I look up and see your face in the stars.

One of the strangest things about writing well is that it requires two different zones in the brain--rigor and recklessness--simultaneously.

How I love them. How good they are. They endure endless hours of me talking about the future. They keep me near and at the same time bid me farewell. That is what real love is.

Deliriously imagined, The Mothering Coven is a work of wonder. Joanna Ruocco arrives: marvelous, and fully sprung!

The Voice of the River is a beautifully written, deeply inclusive and profoundly spirtual work of art. I am moved by its great genorosity above all, and its wisdom. It is a gift like no other.

Everyone needs to escape sometimes, and retreating into somebody else's fantasy isn't nearly as satisfying as slipping into your own.

I want always to be positive.

There might be a dragon with five legs in my house, but no one has ever seen it.

I've learned to ask people, "You're doing very well so what are you doing? Let me tell other people." So what's made me who I am, my experience.

I've always been more of the athlete in my family, but Bella [Hadid] is just good at - when she needs buckle down for like two weeks and be in [the gym] every day, she's really good at that.

We get what we focus on consistently.

Who would benefit from a war of civilizations between the West and Islam? Answer: one nation, one leader, one party. Israel, Sharon, Likud.

I lowered taxes in New York. I reduced the size of government in New York. I took a $2.4 billion deficit and turned it into a $3.2 billion surplus. And I reduced taxes over 23 times or 23 times.

We meet no ordinary people in our lives. If you give them a chance, everyone has something amazing to offer.

A poetess who had died young of cancer had said in one of her poems that for her, on sleepless nights, 'the night offers toads and black dogs and corpses of the drowned.