I have never written a book that was not born out of a question I needed to answer for myself.

We are all jellyfish, too pitiful and too afraid of being disliked to be honest.

Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace.

Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers.

What is destructive is impatience, haste, expecting too much too fast.

We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be.

The minute one utters a certainty, the opposite comes to mind.

The most valuable thing we can do for the psyche, occasionally, is to let it rest, wander, live in the changing light of room, not try to be or do anything whatever.

There are some griefs so loud/They could bring down the sky/And there are griefs so still/None knows how deep they lie.

A house that does not have one warm, comfy chair in it is soulless.

It is, I assume, quite easy to wither into old age, and hard to grow into it.

Poetry had always seemed something I could turn to in need - an emergency exit, a lifebuoy, as well as a justification.

I struggled to think pure thoughts, as Hector sucked out my psyche with his eyes.

I didn't know that I've completely left them all in the past. There's a part of me, wishing and hoping, that she would come back for me, and we would start a new life together, but she didn't.

I don't really go out to clubs, but if I did, I'd just want to go rock out with my mates or whatever.

Your sexuality belongs to you, and think about your own desire.

There's some illogical part of me that still believes if you want Superman to show up, first there's got to be someone worth saving.

Blackwater was smuggling weapons into Iraq.

Terror is only justice: prompt, severe and inflexible. It is then an emanation of virtue.

Shri Krishna says: "Better die in your own path than attempt the path of another."

The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit.