Actually, I can write anywhere - airport lounges, in bed, on a rattling train going north.

Love - true love - is a precious thing. It is painful, uncomfortable, makes fools of us all, but it is what breathes meaning and color and purpose into our lives.

We are who we are, be­cause of those we choose to love and be­cause of those who love us.

I am not a fan of historical fiction that is sloppy in its research or is dishonest about the real history.

Free and fair access to books - to reading - is a right and one we should fight for.

The dead leave their shadows, an echo of the space within which once they lived. They haunt us, never fading or growing older as we do. The loss we grieve is not just their futures but our own.

For when all else is done, on­ly words re­main. Words en­dure.

What we leave behind in this life is the memory of who we were and what we did. An imprint, no more.

Pas a pas, se va luenh. Step by step, we make our way.

There comes always a moment when the desire to act, however ill the cause, is stronger than the wish to listen.

Usually I decide on what it is I'm writing next by the books I'm reading.

So many roads. So many detours. So many choices. So many mistakes.

The difference between God an I is that everyday, I too deal with people who don't love but I have no desire to kill them or wish them to suffer for all of eternity for it

I try to think about my goals. I think about my competitors-I know they're working hard, and if they are, I have to work hard too. I have to be one step ahead of them.

I am viewed as the Negro who has gone outside of the categories assigned to me.

I observe that more evolved souls are now reincarnating as women. Women find it easier to meditate and easier to develop their psychic abilities.

If you are looking down while you are walking it is better to walk up hill the ground is nearer.

To be selfish is to sacrifice the nobler for the meaner ends, and to be sordidly content.

Once the automobile appeared you could have predicted that it would destroy as many people as it did.

Violence is not the answer but neither is peace.

Unlike art which contains a message, wine conveys nothing, it has no intellectual or cognitive content