What makes a set of lines and colors into art is the relationship between this line and that one; the way one color or form echoes another in a different part of the canvas.

Our bodies like rhythm and our brains like melody and harmony.

A bowl of pudding only has taste when I put it in my mouth - when it is in contact with my tongue. It doesn't have taste or flavor sitting in my fridge, only the potential.

The constant nagging in your mind of undone things pulls you out of the present--tethers you to a mind-set of the future so that you're never fully in the moment and enjoying what's now.

The most fundamental principle of the organized mind, the one most critical to keeping us from forgetting or losing things, is to shift the burden of organizing from our brains to the external world.

The first forms of writing emerged not for art, literature, or love, not for spiritual or liturgical purposes, but for business--all literature could be said to originate from sales receipts (sorry).

No other species lives with regret over past events, or makes deliberate plans for future ones.

Another possibility is that evolution selected creativity in general as a marker of sexual fitness.

The amount of scientific information we've discovered in the last twenty years is more than all the discoveries up to that point, from the beginning of language.

Librarians are more important than ever before ... are uniquely qualified to help all of us separate the digital wheat from the chaff, to help us understand the reliability of the data we encounter.

The processing capacity of the conscious mind has been estimated at 120 bits per second.

I realized that life doesn't work that way-that just because you have dreams and make plans, it doesn't mean that they will come true.

I don't know about you, but I celebrate being in love with life by smiling.

A writer should say to himself, not, How can I get more money?, but How can I reach more readers (without lowering standards)?

Music is the tonal reflection of beauty.

I have heard Will Honeycomb say, A Woman seldom Writes her Mind but in her Postscript.

Those who seek for much are left in want of much. Happy is he to whom God has given, with sparing hand, as much as is enough.

I am not famous for anything in particular. I am just famous.

God hates divorce-always, forever, regardless, without exception.

It was only in the theatre that I lived

Policies are judged by their consequences but crusades are judged by how good they make the crusaders feel.