Time cures you first, and then it kills you.

Life proceeds, it enrages. The untouched ones spend their luck without a thought, believing they deserve it.

Everyone should get dirt on his hands each day. Doctors, intellectuals. Politicians, most of all. How can we presume to uplift the life of the working man, if we don't respect his work?

The room looks as if a giant dog after a large lunch of food, socks, paints, trousers and pencils, walked into that room and vomited everywhere.

Sometimes history cleaves and for one helpless moment stands still like the pause when the ax splits a log and the two halves rest on end waiting to fall.

I almost never respect men. They're like flowers -- all show, a lot of color and lust. You pick them and throw them on the ground.

We are bodies, sometimes with dreams and always with desires.

She never says gracias because life is made of survival not grace, she says, and servants are paid to bring what they're asked.

Why does a person spend money on a stamp to spout bile at a stranger?

The giant beech next door intends to shiver off every hair of its pelt.

...when the public nerve is aroused, the most impressive capacity of man is his skill for lying.

Don't fall in trap of mediocrity and loose thinking. Surround yourself with intellectual people and thinkers. Be an awesome version of yourself day after day!!

The attitude of gratitude gives you the right rectitude and sound attitude towards life

One of my favourite parts of writing is doing the research. It's the door into that magical reading/writing state - the raw material for making the story real.

Well tarnation you're a meanie pants aren't you?" ~Miss Mary~

They say a person needs just three things to be truly happy in this world. Someone to love something to do and something to hope for.

I'm afraid the parenting advice to come out of developmental psychology is very boring: pay attention to your kids and love them.

I always say that writing non-fiction versus writing fiction is a bit like architecture versus abstract painting.

In real life, I'm not super-posh but if that's the stereotype, I really don't care. It could be worse.

If you live in a system that is suppressive, you don't walk upright, you always go with your head down.

Our affections are our life. We live by them; they supply our warmth.