God is a creator, not a law giver.

Writing books is the closest men ever come to childbearing.

A modern democracy is a tyranny whose borders are undefined; one discovers how far one can go only by traveling in a straight line until one is stopped.

The function of socialism is to raise suffering to a higher level.

Khomeini has offered us the opportunity to regain our frail religion ... faith in the power of words.

There was that law of life, so cruel and so just, that one must grow or else pay more for remaining the same.

Any war that requires the suspension of reason as a necessity for support is a bad war.

America is a hurricane, and the only people who do not hear the sound are those fortunate if incredibly stupid and smug White Protestants who live in the center, in the serene eye of the big wind.

I was thinking that surgeons had to be the happiest people on earth. To cut people up and get paid for it-that's happiness, I told myself.

Love asks us that we be a little braver than is comfortable, a little more generous, a little more flexible. It means living on the edge more than we care to.

Reaching consensus in a group is often confused with finding the right answer.

Fools write books about madness being an elevated mental state or an alternative form of creativity. It's not, it's anguish.

Photography is a Passion Not a Hobby!

The only possible way to begin a book is to tell oneself that its eventual failure is guaranteed — but survivable.

Who we are varies according to our awareness. When you are more aware, you are someone else than when you are less aware.

As though all the world were a bad joke and she was the only one around who knew the punchline.

Using a first-person narrator is simply a matter of hearing the voice inside yourself.

We all have common emotions. And, and our experiences may not be all common but the emotions sure are.

When I was starting out, the first women studio heads and writers were just getting into their perches - development execs learning their chops.

What provokes your risibility, Sir? Have I said anything that you understand? Then I ask pardon of the rest of the company.

She had caprices of a marvellous unexpectedness, and how is any one to imitate a caprice?