Why did I think that this improvisation could never end? If I had seen that it could, what would I have done differently? What would he?

It occurs to me that we allow ourselves to imagine only such messages as we need to survive.

We imagined we knew everything the other thought, even when we did not necessarily want to know it, but in fact, I have come to see, we knew not the smallest fraction of what there was to know.

I am a writer. Imagining what someone would say or do comes to me as naturally as breathing.

He meant doing things not because we were expected to do them or had always done them or should do them but because we wanted to do them

I wanted to get the tears out of the way so I could act sensibly.

I could not count the times during the average day when something would come up that I needed to tell him. This impulse did not end with his death. What ended was the possibility of response.

It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene and as if by magic we see a new meaning in it.

Desire something and don't just care what you have to go through to get it.

Elvis died the day he went into the army.

I think a lot of people have this idea that if you put something on YouTube you'll get famous overnight. It would be really great if that was possible, but that's not really how it works.

That’s the worst way to miss somebody. When they’re right beside you and you miss them anyway.

If you would be a magician, honor the Earth. Honor life. Love. Know that magic is the birthright of every human being, and wisely use it.

I have sacrificed for the Republic all that man holds dear - my wife, my children, my liberty, my life.

Arrogance is actually just ignorance. Ignorance of what you really are in relation to the world-but most of all in relation to God.

There is no great; there is no small; in the mind that causeth all