I notice when I'm on these trips, I read like mad. It's the only thing that seems to center me, bring me back to remembering who I am. Or forgetting who I am!

Depression is not sobbing and crying and giving vent, it is plain and simple reduction of feeling.

And if you ever do a survey, you'll find that people prefer illusion to reality, ten to one. Twenty, even.

People that keep stiff upper lips find that it's hard to smile.

Make notes—I’ve lost more material than I’ve ever written. Contrary to popular opinion, it’s not still up there in one’s brain. It’s in outer space and it ain’t coming back.

Autonomy is the whole thing; it's what unhappy people are missing. They have given the power to run their lives to other people.

Some people have an unrealistic expectation when it comes to getting published; the fact is most publishers will turn down your work which is why you need to be persistent.

Writers don't write to inform other people, they write to find out something themselves.

Feeling is not selective, I keep telling you that. You can’t feel pain, you aren’t gonna feel anything else, either.

Make peace with what is.

I think living the blessed life is the luck of the draw.

Ciro carried himself like a general in full regalia, when in fact he wore secondhand clothes from the donation bin.

Knowledge is knowledge whether it teaches you construction or destruction.

Speech is civilization itself. The word even the most contradictory word preserves contact - it is silence which isolates.

The opposite of a fact is falsehood, but the opposite of one profound truth may very well be another profound truth.

Drugs made me feel more normal.

I usually just speak in English when I'm on the basketball court. For some reason, my mind never even tried to cross any other language when I'm playing basketball.

The less you can enjoy, the poorer, the scantier yourself - the more you can enjoy, the richer, the more vigorous.

He who is and remains true to himself and to others has the most attractive quality of the greatest talent.

My mom didn't write, but she loved to read. She liked books 'that made you a little nervous.' Stephen King, Dean Koontz and Peter Straub were the three wise men of our family bookshelf.

Married life requires shared mystery even when all the facts are known.