There is no God, and conversation is a dying art.

there isn't enough of anything as long as we live. But at intervals a sweetness appears and, given a chance prevails.

Life and death matters, yes. And the question of how to behave in this world, how to go in the face of everything. Time is short and the water is rising.

That's all we have, finally, the words, and they had better be the right ones.

Write about what you know, and what do you know better than your own secrets?

And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.

I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.

It ought to make us feel ashamed when we talk like we know what we're talking about when we talk about love.

The places where water comes together with other water. Those places stand out in my mind like holy places.

Dreams, you know, are what you wake up from.

But I can hardly sit still. I keep fidgeting, crossing one leg and then the other. I feel like I could throw off sparks, or break a window--maybe rearrange all the furniture.

Lying is an art, if you can convince yourself with lie, then you are a master.

I don't *ever* write about real people. Art is supposed to be better than that. If you want a slice of life, look out the window.

It's a lie! I am not an anti-Semite. The World Jewish Congress supported me and said that I am not anti-Semitic.

I do not think that one is likely to write a good biography unless one feels some sympathy with its subject.

all I wanted to do was sneak out into the night and disappear somewhere, and go and find out what everybody was doing all over the country.

The eco-movement is growing as people all over catch on to the need to protect our precious planet, which makes the future look really bright - and makes me really happy.

We are called the nation of inventors. And we are. We could still claim that title and wear its loftiest honors if we had stopped with the first thing we ever invented, which was human liberty.

I am proud to be a Turk, and to write in Turkish about Turkey - and to have been translated into about 40 languages. But I don't want to politicize things by dramatizing them.

Typographical laziness was slowly destroying our culture, according to Lexa and her pals. Inexactitude was death.

Acquiring Sunseeker deepens Wandas international influence and represents an important step forward for the development of the business.