Novels are like paintings, specifically watercolors. Every stroke you put down you have to go with. Of course you can rewrite, but the original strokes are still there in the texture of the thing.

The wind shows us how close to the edge we are.

The willingness to accept responsibility for one's own life is the source from which self-respect springs.

To cure jealousy is to see it for what it is, a dissatisfaction with self.

We are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not.

I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.

Memory fades, memory adjusts, memory conforms to what we think we remember.

We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget.

The fear is for what is still to be lost.

Do not whine... Do not complain. Work harder. Spend more time alone.

Short stories demand a certain awareness of one's own intentions, a certain narrowing of the focus.

Solitude helps you to see life the way it is.

Defined in psychological terms, a fanatic is a man who consciously overcompensates a secret doubt.

Pets have more love and compassion in them than most humans.

Whereas the law is passionless, passion must ever sway the heart of man.

The stately Homes of England,How beautiful they stand!Amidst their tall ancestral trees,O'er all the pleasant land.

Is there any more Room for me in those Jeans.

Comfort comes from knowing that people have made the same journey. And solace comes from understanding how others have learned to sing again.

Always keep your eye on your opponent, and never let yourself be deceived by ruses.

I am beginning to think that love itself is never wrong. It is what love can drive people to do that is the problem.

The lesson of history is that no one learns.