The most melancholy thing about human nature, is, that a man may guide others into the path of salvation, without walking in it himself; that he may be a pilot, and yet a castaway.

Writing is draining. Every word is like lifting a stone and levering it into place. Your head aches, your muscles ache and every word you conjure up is heavier than the last one.

the only thing i knew how to do was to keep on keeping on

Find your place and hold it: find your work and do it. And put everything you've got into it.

Happiness has no limits, because God has neither bottom nor bounds, and because happiness is nothing but the conquest of God through love.

The work changes the way your face changes and ages - it just does. Also, I have very little connection to anything I've written. I move on. We all move on

This is love, she thought, isn't it? When you notice someone's absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence?

Our Industry has been bitten by the 100 crore club

And I watch my words from a long way off. They are more yours than mine. They climb on my old suffering like ivy.

If I don't get the goose-bump factor when I'm reading it than I can't do it.