Words are the legs of the mind; they bear it about, carry It from point to point, bed it down at night, and keep it off the ground and out of the marsh and mists.

A prettiness mummified by years of chalk dust.

In the middle of the silence in a writer's house lies an invalid: the book being worked on.

Fully stripped down, an onion is a pile of scattered layers; it has no center.

Schneider's characters, like Kundera's, are sentient and sophisticated figures at a time when the constraints of Communist rule persist but its energy has entirely vanished.

My 'passion' is my priority.

Your future is bright. Just stop hanging around people who try to dim your light and you will climb up to a higher height! Don't give up on the fight! Stand up for your right! It's within your might!

And Rob knew then that he had picked the right person to tell.

The most important thing of all was not the poverty of its ess

I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual.

Avoid tweeting any photos of your private parts.

I believe that we are all, openly or secretly, struggling against one or another kind of nihilism.

I don't want people to think that I can't make fun of myself.

More often there's a compromise between ethics and expediency.

Religious ideas have sprung from the same need as all the other achievements of culture: from the necessity for defending itself against the crushing supremacy of nature.