To be misunderstood can be the writer's punishment for having disturbed the reader's peace. The greater the disturbance, the greater the possibility of misunderstanding.

Aphorisms are bad for novels. They stick in the reader's teeth.

The contents of someone's bookcase are part of his history, like an ancestral portrait.

If a book is really good, it deserves to be read again, and if it's great, it should be read at least three times.

In an age like ours, which is not given to letter-writing, we forget what an important part it used to play in people's lives.

Rome was a poem pressed into service as a city.

The first divorce in the world may have been a tragedy, but the hundred-millionth is not necessarily one.

A bookcase is as good as a view, as much of a panorama as the sight of a city or a river. There are dawns and sunsets in books - storms and zephyrs.

There are few things more subtly distressing than an inappropriate gift from someone close to you.

The tension between 'yes' and no', between 'I can' and 'I cannot,' makes us feel that, in so many instances, human life is an interminable debate with one's self.

It is one of the paradoxes of American literature that our writers are forever looking back with love and nostalgia at lives they couldn't wait to leave.

I must be happy, he said, it is less pleasant than I should have thought.

If you seek creative ideas go walking.Angels whisper to a man when he goes fora walk.

Im James Bond. Im Jason Bourne. Im Super-freaking-Mario come to life.

Care about people

On the road of life... Meet people where they are, Accept who they are. And there are some folks that you need to leave where they are... Keep walking.

Wars usually have the effect of speeding up the process of history.

What is reason now was passion heretofore.

From an endless beach of reality, we take a grain of sand and call it the world.

I am interested in intense, unbreakable emotional connections and oftentimes, such connections can be found between siblings.

I used to hate flying. I would sit there, rigid, convinced that if I relaxed, the plane would drop out of the sky.