I have a pickup truck. And I prefer to be with dogs or on my sailboat than in a car - actually, more than any other place on Earth.

I owe everything I am and everything I will ever be to books.

If books could have more, give more, be more, show more, they would still need readers who bring to them sound and smell and light and all the rest that can’t be in books. The book needs you.

Patience, he thought. So much of this was patience - waiting, and thinking and doing things right. So much of all this, so much of all living was patience and thinking.

We make a mistake in thinking we own pets - the animals open their lives up and make us a part of them.

Do what you can as you can. Trouble, problems, will come no matter what you do , and you must respond as they come.

A book is a friend. You can never have too many.

I tried to contain myself... but I escaped!

Read like a wolf eats and write every day. Every. Single. Day.

Books make me feel safe. Books make me feel normal.

Things seemed to go back and forth between reality and imagination--except that it was all reality.

Having faith makes you vibrate at a frequency level that is identical to that of the universe, providing you a result that you would not have arrived at before.

Facing the backside of the future is the only way to move forward

Cubism is a Cathedral of shit.

Anytime that you look up to the clear sky and see colors in it, you should be suspecting that you are looking at a flow of energy through the sky that is causing a gas to glow.

Plus, if you think carefully, when you fall in love with someone not for her lookay, don't you think it's purer? It would last longer as physical aged but personality grows

But there is no joy in Mudville - mighty Casey has "struck out."

It's a cliche that the Senate is broken, and like most cliches, it's true.

I now believe that bêtes noires usually attack because we're thwarting our own destinies. Calming the beast turns us toward our best lives.

I believe in a wall between church and state so high that no one can climb over it.

Rest, with nothing else, results in rust. It corrodes the mechanisms of the brain. The rhubarb that no one picks goes to seed.