It's almost two societies, the living and the dead, and you live with them both.

The job of an editor in a publishing house is the dullest, hardest, most exciting, exasperating and rewarding of perhaps any job in the world.

Most writers are in a state of gloom a good deal of the time; they need perpetual reassurance.

A child, when it begins to speak, learns what it is that it knows.

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again.

Knowing the truth is important, but following the truth is much more important.

What would you think if all your thoughts reached heaven?

Sin corrupts even our good deeds. We injure our shoulder trying to pat ourselves on the back.

I am completely attracted to the idea of simplicity, or at least removing things that seem unnecessary when trying to get an idea out there.

You have to stand for something bigger than yourself.

Behind the veil of each night, there is a smilling dawn.

And I don't get down on nobody else for doing whatever else they do. To each his own.

Comparing objects like cars, houses, clothes, and defining life according to those comparisons, instead of trying to discover the real reason for being alive.

Previously unseen boo-boos come at you like tattoos on a teenage girl.