Where joy in an old pencil is not absurd.

So let the world go, but hold fast to joy.

I am not ready to die, But I am learning to trust deathAs I have trusted life.I am movingToward a new freedom

But tears are an indulgence. Memory sings.

What does myself now say to me?"Open the door of Mystery.

A bolt that raised her heart to blazing heightAnd made the vertical the very thrust of hope, And found its path at last(Slow work of Grace).

...when the petals fallSay it is beautiful and good, say it is well

It is time I came back to my real lifeAfter this voyage to an island with no name, Where I lay down at sunrise drunk with light.

I can tell you that solitudeIs not all exaltation, inner spaceWhere the soul breaths and work can be done.Solitude exposes the nerve, Raises up ghosts.The past, never at rest, flows through it.

It's lonely up in the top

I love books. I love that moment when you can open one and sink into it. You can escape from the world, into a story that's way more interesting than yours will ever be.

No one has the right to force his or her way of life on anyone else.

Better to die once and for all, than live in continual terror.

And if they thought her aimless, if they thought her a bit mad, let them. It meant they left her alone. Marya was not aimless, anyway. She was thinking.

The greatest pleasures of love are inseparable from its greatest pains: Love has the face of a goddess, but the talons of a lion.

Whenever I start a novel, I'm always looking for two things: a bit of science that makes me go 'what if?' and a piece of history that ends in a question mark.

Those [presidents] who were strongest intellectually were also strongest spiritually.

Emotions of the sould should be watched, regulary examined, and kept well balanced.

I was born in New York, so I'd love to study at New York University.