There's a little vanity chair that Charlie gave me the first Christmas we knew each other. I'll not be parting with that, nor our bed - the four-poster - I'll be needing that to die in.

The expert in anything was once a beginner.

If you rest, you rust.

We relish news of our heroes, forgetting that we are extraordinary to somebody too.

The good die young but not always. The wicked prevail but not consistently. I am confused by life, and I feel safe within the confines of the theatre.

Love is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.

The hardest years in life are those between ten and seventy.

People who refuse to rest honorably on their laurels when they reach retirement age seem very admirable to me.

There is only one terminal dignity - love.

When traveling with someone, take large does of patience and tolerance with your morning coffee.

From your parents you learn love and laughter and how to put one foot before the other. But when books are opened you discover that you have wings.

Your memories are you. There is, it seems, no other You.

The waltz held the feeling you get when you finish a well-loved book. It left me longing for something I couldn't name.

She felt powerless to withstand or deny him. He was altogether too much for her, and Bathsheba seemed as one who, facing a reviving wind, finds it to blow so strongly that it stops the breath.

Without doubt, without hesitation, I choose gardening over the gym. I can't stand going to the gym. It doesn't appeal to me at all. Give me gardening every time.

Life is a wave of creative consciousness rippling through space and time that we have the honor of aesthetically surfing.

It's not enough to tell people to be creative; they need to know how, and what to create.

Don't be concerned that things appear to be falling apart: this has to happen in order for something new and wonderful to emerge.

I don't feel as if I'm in competition with myself; not at all.

You have my word. If you return with me, you won't be harmed. I'd die first.

I think what electronic culture permits is incredible diversity, and what the print-created world demanded and created was tremendous suppression of diversity.