They watch on, evil, incredibly stupid, enjoying my destruction. 'Poor Grendel's had an accident,' I whisper. 'So may you all.

Self pity is easily the most destructive of the non-pharmaceutical narcotics; it is addictive, gives momentary pleasure and separates the victim from reality.

Talking, talking. Spinning a web of words, pale walls of dreams, between myself and all I see.

We read five words on the first page of a really good novel and we begin to forget that we are reading printed words on a page; we begin to see images.

What art ought to do is tell stories which are moment-by-moment wonderful, which are true to human experience, and which in no way explain human experience.

The citizen can bring our political and governmental institutions back to life, make them responsive and accountable, and keep them honest. No one else can.

Fiction does not spring into the world fully grown, like Athena. It is the process of writing and rewriting that makes a fiction original, if not profound.

Art, of course, is a way of thinking, a way of mining reality.

As a rule of thumb I say, if Socrates, Jesus and Tolstoy wouldn't do it, don't.

When people are serving, life is no longer meaningless.

One of the many interesting challenges nature presents us is its apparent disinterest in maintaining the order humans crave.

Be natural at heart and new in mind.

Everything was quiet now. It was even too freaky quiet. The house seemed big without anyone else inside. It felt lonely

Humans are naturally scared and confused beings. They not only fear the unknown, as they live fearing themselves... ☥

I want to go about like the light-footed goats.

If you can see your path clearly in front of you, it's probably someone else's.

I never met a rich man who was happy, but I have only very occasionally met a poor man who did not want to become a rich man.

Even those who have the weakest souls could acquire absolute mastery over all their passions if we employed sufficient ingenuity in training and guiding them.

Vores's settings fit Torgove's voice like a knife's sheath; they are alert to the harmony of every poem and to every shift of tonality within.

You can only sleep your way to the middle; you have to claw your way to the top.

Whatever you put attention on will start manifesting in your life. Intention, attention, manifestation; that is how the universe works.