Where do dreams come from?...they slink out of books, they lurk in the stacks of libraries. Out of pages turned they rise like the scent of peonies and infect the brain with their promises.

The real writer is one who really writes. Talent is an invention like phlogiston after the fact of fire. Work is its own cure. You have to like it better than being loved.

thinking about tracking. . . . Sometime in grade school, already your fate was settled, your socialclass was established for the rest of your life.

I want to do something very important. Like fly into the past and make it come out right.

Drifting with things is a habit it takes almost dying to break.

they were in love with apocalypse, like all men, more in love with myths than with any woman.

When will women not be compelledto view their bodies as science projects, gardens to be weeded, dogs to be trained?When will a woman ceaseto be made of pain?

A strong woman is a woman determined to do something others are determined not be done

We can only know what we can truly imagine. Finally what we see comes from ourselves.

People were not getting back what they wanted for their sold labor. Taxes grew and services shrank. Prices rose and quality decayed. Everywhere people felt used and betrayed and coerced and cheated.

It's the last great free-for-all robbery of everybody's earth.

How about we meet at midnight tomorrow and try this. I close my eyes, believe in you, and there you'll be.

I wished for nothing beyond her smile, and to walk with her thus, hand in hand, along a sun warmed, flower bordered path.

Admiration is a very short-lived passion that immediately decays upon growing familiar with its object.

When you cannot rejoice in feelings, circumstances or conditions, rejoice in the Lord.

People are always asking me about eskimos, but there are no eskimos in Iceland.

The most reliable ways to make oneself miserable are attempting to change people and not attempting to change circumstances.

I am confident and I work so hard to be confident. If I wasn't talented, then I wouldn't be as confident.

I saw Chungking for the first time more than 40 years ago - a city of hills and mists, of grays and lavenders, two rivers shaping it to a point and the cliff rising above me like a challenge.

Being in the desert was brilliant and it was hard.

Cowardice is how you decide to be in real life