What we know about writing the novel is the novel.

A good snapshot stops a moment from running away.

The excursion is the same when you go looking for your sorrow as when you go looking for your joy.

My continuing passion is to part a curtain, that invisible veil of indifference that falls between us and that blinds us to each other's presence, each other's wonder, each other's human plight.

Southerners love a good tale. They are born reciters, great memory retainers, diary keepers, letter exchangers . . . great talkers.

Insight doesn't happen often on the click of the moment, like a lucky snapshot, but comes in its own time and more slowly and from nowhere but within.

No art ever came out of not risking your neck.

it doesn t matter if it takes a long time getting there; the point is to have a destination.

The events in our lives happen in a sequence in time, but in their significance to ourselves they find their own order the continuous thread of revelation.

We are the breakers of our own hearts

People are mostly layers of violence and tenderness wrapped like bulbs, and it is difficult to say what makes them onions or hyacinths.

You matter. You're not broken. You're stronger than you think.

The ground for taking ignorance to be restrictive of freedom is that it causes people to make choices which they would not have made if they had seen what the realization of their choices involved.

I will always have enough money to last the rest of my life...as long as I don't buy anything.

I did gymnastics when I was growing up and to this day I can still do the splits.

If you can let go of (the Tao) with your mind and surround it with your heart, it will live inside you forever.

Hypocrisy and distortion are passing currents under the name of religion

All religions teach that two opposite forces act upon us and the human endeavour consists in a series of eternal rejections and acceptances.

A lot of times, people have forgotten about an album by the time it's released, because it leaked three months earlier. Very strange days we live in.

I thought you could play ... You've got nothing. Where's the big hair? I brought my scissors today so I could cut the hair. You've got nothing.

O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note, to drown me in thy sister’s flood of tears.