Writing makes no noise, except groans, and it can be done everywhere, and it is done alone.

The creative adult is the child who has survived.

People who deny the existence of dragons are often eaten by dragons. From within.

The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty; not knowing what comes next.

Those who build walls are their own prisoners. I'm going to go fulfill my proper function in the social organism. I'm going to unbuild walls.

I doubt that the imagination can be suppressed. If you truly eradicated it in a child, he would grow up to be an eggplant.

We read books to find out who we are. What other people, real or imaginary, do and think and feel... is an essential guide to our understanding of what we ourselves are and may become.

There have been great societies that did not use the wheel, but there have been no societies that did not tell stories.

Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.

It is good to have an end to journey towards; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.

You cannot buy the revolution. You cannot make the revolution. You can only be the revolution. It is in your spirit, or it is nowhere.

You cannot write if you are not on fire

It is not about what you lose when it is over. Far more, it is about what you gain during the journey!

Being rich isn't much fun when mostly everyone else is begging around you.

We feel secure with things we can see or touch.

That I have no right to be jealous is irrelevant. It is a human passion: the sick, white underbelly of love.

Sadly, children's passion for thinking often ends when they encounter a world that seeks to educate them for conformity and obedience only.

A strong, brave man is born each month, each year God gives a sage to men, A poet each ten years, perhaps, but an unselfish person,—when?

One could say the higher the spirit goes, the more deeply the soul sinks down into the waters of melancholy and tragedy. Drowning in that water is as sweet as rising.

I think that the process of making music is a hard one to describe as well.

Heroes, it would seem, exist always and a certain worship of them.