The prophets of doom, in my experience, are generally ignored and usually right.

If you do nothing unexpected, nothing unexpected happens.

Nothing happens, and nothing happens, and then everything happens.

There's no such thing as old age, there is only sorrow.

Only one thing registers on the subconscious mind: repetitive application - practice. What you practice is what you manifest.

I didn't even know I was a feminist until I read it on the back of one of my own books.

The desire for self-expression afflicts people when they feel there is something of themselves which is not getting through to the outside world.

Fiction stretches our sensibilities and our understanding, as mere information never can.

Marriage is a very difficult relationship for nearly everyone and I'm sure you shouldn't do it if you want a quiet little easy life.

guilt to motherhood is like grapes to wine

She could see that to lose a sibling was hard: it could only seem unnatural:out of time, out of order, a vicious re-run of your own departure into nothingness.

At the age of four, you were an artist. And at seven, you were a poet.

Upon achieving a lifelong dream, I thought, this is the way to live your life -- in the moment, and to the fullest.

Any job you can go to and have a laugh everyday has got to be a good job.

Use testimonial letters from satisfied customers at every opportunity.

Painting is a means of saying something about one's self in a beautiful or powerful way that people would like to see, but not hear.

I think Americans like the practical; they like the human. And I like both those things myself, and I try and put them into my books.

For me, creation can only come out of a certain kind of unhappiness. They say in Japan, this thing like the hungry spirit - the hungry mind - is what gets you going forward.

The Democrats, because they believe in socialism, redistribution, forced the banks and financial institutions to make the risky loans.

If something scares me, then I have to do it.

There were hints of sunrise on the rim of the sky, yet it was still dark, and the traces of morning color were like goldfish swimming in ink.