But then, I am always being overwhelmed. I require it to sustain life.

Happiness lies in a large measure of self-forgetfulness, either in work . . . or in the love of others. ♥

I thought that there were two rules in life - never count the cost, and never do anything unless you can do it wholeheartedly. Now is the time to live.

Say that I starved; that I was lost and weary; That I was burned and blinded by the desert sun; Footsore, thirsty, sick with strange diseases; Lonely and wet and cold, but that I kept my dream!

I shall go on some last wilderness trip, to a place I have known and loved. I shall not return.

I have seen almost more beauty than I can bear.

I have not tired of the wilderness; rather I enjoy its beauty and the vagrant life I lead, more keenly all the time.

While I am alive, I intend to live.

Always, I want to live more intensely and richly.

I have been in many beautiful places, and did not wish to taste, but to drink deep.

I'll never stop wandering. And when the time comes to die, I'll find the wildest, loneliest, most desolate spot there is.

I love the way that each book—any book—is its own journey. You open it, and off you go….

Like the fragrance of lavender, Love cannot be hidden either..... Sudipta Das in The Extra-Terrestrial Delivery

Resolved to act right.

Peter." The fine hair along her spine rising, Vicky could feel the power in a name. This is who you are, it said. Come back to us.

I believe that every writer evolves with every successive novel. I view myself as work-in-progress.

Not only is music a beautiful and sublime science, the study of which ennobles and purifies the mind of its votary, but how many and excellent are its ministries to others!

Descartes spent far too much time in bed subject to the persistent hallucination that he was thinking. You are not free from a similar disorder.

Bets lengthen putts and shorten drives.

Mothers support certain illusions about their children, and one of my illusions was that I liked who I was, because she did. When she passed away, so did that idea.

Mozart is everyone's tea, pleasing to highbrows, middlebrows and lowbrows alike, though they probably all get different kinds of pleasure from him.