In the publishing world, most editors are probably women. So I don't see the publishing world as a male-dominated one, especially within fiction.

The great thing about a short story is that it doesn't have to trawl through someone's whole life; it can come in glancingly from the side.

The world is always changing brightness and hotness and soundness, I never know how it's going to be the next minute.

Scared is what you're feeling. Brave is what you're doing.

I look back one more time. It's like a crater, a hole where something happened.

Ma's still nodding. "You're the one who matters, though. Just you." I shake my head till it's wobbling because there's no just me.

It’s called mind over matter. If we don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.” When a bit of me hurts, I always mind.

Books are the air I breathe, so I don't notice the seasons.

If I was made of cake I'd eat myself before somebody else could.

I remember manners, that's when people are scared to make other persons mad.

When I tell her what I’m thinking and she tells me what she’s thinking, our each ideas jumping into the other’s head, like coulouring blue crayon on top of yellow that makes green.

No sooner have you feasted on beauty with your eyes than your mind tells you that beauty is vain and beauty passes

Hell isn't other people. Hell is yourself.

Violence is the quest for identity. When identity disappears with technological innovation violence is the natural recourse.

I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.

To call the State an organism shows a diseased tendency to make a fetish of words.

Africa has more dictators per capita than any other continent.

One foote is better then two crutches.

True genius repeats itself forever, and never repeats itself--one ever varied sense beams novelty and unity on all.

The reason why the universe is eternal is that it does not live for itself; it gives life to others as it transforms.

I shall show the cinders of my spirits Through the ashes of my chance.