The world is alive with words

Often-times, grass was more useful than gold. Man was more desirable than a beast. Chance was more seductive than knowledge, and eternal life was completely meaningless without love.

He'd been given every word he needed, and every word had been stripped from me. I wanted them back. All of them.

I have all the power, but you will destroy me. “Only your walls, Lark.” He deepened the kiss, licking into my mouth as if he knew he’d find me there hiding from him.

Maybe the secret to happiness is simplicity.

If somebody says 'I love you' to me, I feel as though I had a pistol pointed at my head. What can anybody reply under such conditions but that which the pistol holder requires? 'I love you, too'.

If I discover within myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.

My ego drives me nuts. It asks me to be competitive, creative, and smart.

Who cares for Algebra?Who delights in solving math?I only want to live my lifeAlong the creative path.

Pour God's love out of you in pitcher fulls, not thimbles.

Bitterness is the cancer of bones.

Only one mountain can know the core of another mountain.

I never thought I would write an autobiography, probably because my first novel, Go Now, is really all drawn from my life, even though it's more about the psychology going on.

Literature has nothing to do with usefulness; the most useful place in any house is the toilet.

I only included things that everybody likes, like violence, flowers, children, women, friendship and death.