Vast and deep the mountain shadows grew.

I lived to write, and wrote to live.

Fireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.

Long on the wave reflected lustres of play.

Kindred objects kindred thoughts inspire, As summer clouds flash forth electric fire.

Women have the understanding of the heart, which is better than that of the head.

Man to the last is but a froward child; So eager for the future, come what may, And to the present so insensible.

Gentle to others, to himself severe.

To know her was to love her.

Every day a little life, a blank to be inscribed with gentle thoughts.

When a new book is published, read an old one.

Nobody looks like what they really are on the inside. You don’t. I don’t. People are much more complicated than that. It’s true of everybody.

I always wanted to be a fiction writer, but I couldn't figure out how you could be a novelist and make any money, which continues to be a problem for novelists the world over.

Everyone doubts themselves. It's just a matter of admitting it or not.

The great majority of men are bundles of beginnings

Oh, don't mind me! Just the queen of the heavens, dying over here!

Well, you know, they use those words so that they can scare people "terror" and "cell."

You can't roll a joint on an iPod, buy vinyl.

There's nothing that can prepare you for fame and for the music business at any point in history.

Consider the silent repose of the sausage as compared to the aggressiveness of bacon.

A thought Of that late death took all my heart for speech.