I fear liars, and I fear tricksters, and worst I fear the bitter truth. And so I rule my country well. Because only fear rules men. Nothing else works. Nothing else lasts long enough.

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.

There are women succeeding beyond their wildest dreams because of their sobriety.

And I think women have come a very, very long way, but they have a long way to go.

Tunnel vision can kill creativity.

What determines success in industrial policy is not the ability to pick winners but the capacity to let the losers go.

It's been very hard, after being mostly a mom, to develop an adult life of my own. And not being married anymore, I have to come up with challenges.

Even though we require flexibility to negotiate our changing circumstances, we are rather built to anxiously turn away from alternatives.

Flies are busiest about leane horses.

There is no right or wrong behavior. The only meaningful choice is between fear and love.

Oh how we want to be taken and changed, want to be mended by what we enter.

Marriage! ... Why, it is like living in a thimble with a hippopotamus!