We need our Arts to teach us how to breathe

You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.

I have never listened to anyone who criticized my taste in space travel, sideshows or gorillas. When this occurs, I pack up my dinosaurs and leave the room.

Ours is a culture and a time immensely rich in trash as it is in treasures.

That's the great secret of creativity. You treat ideas like cats: you make them follow you.

You grow ravenous. You run fevers. You know exhilarations. You can't sleep at night, because your beast-creature ideas want out and turn you in your bed. It is a grand way to live.

I came on the old and best ways of writing through ignorance and experiment and was startled when truths leaped out of brushes like quail before gunshot.

So while our art cannot, as we wish it could, save us from wars, privation, envy, greed, old age, or death, it can revitalize us amidst it all.

It is a lie to write in such way as to be rewarded by fame offered you by some snobbish quasi-literary groups in the intellectual gazettes.

We all are rich and ignore the buried fact of accumulated wisdom.

And what, you ask, does writing teach us? First and foremost, it reminds us that we are alive and that it is a gift and a privilege, not a right.

She thought she was independent and strong, but she got one small taste of love and she was hungrier than anyone. She was ravenous.

Employment is a major time killer

Together we all live every momentOn the very brink

Our choices are always in accordance to the prevailing value systems of our environment.

Nothing's hopeless except never trying.

Wise men listen and laugh, while fools talk.

Here is the thing about Donald Trump. Donald Trump is hitting a nerve in this country.

I love Paris. I've been there a number of times.

Don't give up on your dreams. You can become the person you know you really are.

We've come a long way in our thinking, but also in our moral decay. I can't imagine Dr. King watching the 'Real Housewives' or 'Jersey Shore.'