What makes life life and not a simple story? Jagged bits moving never still, all along the wall.

Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.

One of the principle qualities of pain is that it demands an explanation.

To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.

The words we read and words we write never say exactly what we mean. The people we love are never just as we desire them. The two symbola never perfectly match. Eros is in between.

You remember too much," my mother said to me recently. "Why hold onto all that?" And I said, "where can I put it down?

Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.

Myths are stories about people who become too big for their lives temporarily, so that they crash into other lives or brush against gods. In crisis their souls are visible.

Under the seams runs the pain.

When I desire you a part of me is gone.

If your way of life is writing, then everything that happens becomes a sentence.

Without a measureless and perpetual uncertainty the drama of human life would be destroyed.

Those people in New York are not gonna change me none.

A computer would deserve to be called intelligent if it could deceive a human into believing that it was human.

The writing process was some of the most exciting and rewarding moments of my life. It felt a lot like being in a band.

If you talk to any of my Democratic colleagues who lost that year, they would tell that gun control was one of the major contributory factors in the loss of their seats.

Liberty is the proper end and object of authority, and cannot subsist without it; and it is liberty to that which is good, just, and honest.

Although filmmaking is collaborative and involves trust, ultimately it is the director who holds the whole picture together in their head.

It has been well said that an author who expects results from a first novel is in a position similar to that of a man who drops a rose petal down the Grand Canyon of Arizona and listens for the echo.

People say it's not ambitious, but it is actually quite ambitious wanting to help people.

The artist must imitate that which is within the thing, that which is active through form and figure, and discourses to us by symbols.