The intellectuals' chief cause of anguish are one another's works. Jacques Barzun, 1959 all ignorance toboggans into know and trudges up to ignorance again.

The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.

To be nobody-but-yourself - in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else - means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.

Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.

It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.

The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.

Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.

The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.

I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.

Yes, you live with your feet in the mud and there's no time to be thinking about how you got in or how you're going to get out.

RIBALDRY, n. Censorious language by another concerning oneself.

The only living language is the language in which we think and have our being.

Any programming language is at its best before it is implemented and used. Anything is possible, anything can happen. On a flimsy ground of reality, imagination spins marvelous patterns.

If something really strikes a chord with an audience, if it pops on TV, I don't mind watching it for a few minutes.

Where we are in politics is running down whatever doesn't agree with you.

I guess they just took it for granted that that was what I was interested in and let nature take its course.

I find it shocking that anybody can be brought down in D.C. for gossip, ostensibly. I thought that was the coin of the realm there. That's like getting hit with lightning on a cloudless day.

If I dream I have you, I have you, for all our joys are but fantastical.

One of the most difficult things in writing a novel or anything at all is to choose the point of view from which it's going to be told.