Often in gothic novels there's a large house, an estate, and it's symbolic of that culture. Usually it's sort of moldering or rotted or something, and sometimes it's a whole community.

Memory blurs, that's the point. If memory didn't blur you wouldn't have the fool's courage to do things again, again, again, that tear you apart.

Reading is the sole means by which we slip, involuntarily, often helplessly, into another's skin, another's voice, another's soul.

I never change, I simply become more myself.

How lovely this world is, really: one simply has to look.

Our enemy is by tradition our savior, in preventing us from superficiality.

Read widely, and without apology. Read what you want to read, not what someone tells you you should read.

Night comes to the desert all at once, as if someone turned off the light.

Keep a light, hopeful heart. But ­expect the worst.

See, people come into your life for a reason. They might not know it themselves, why. You might not know it. But there's a reason. There has to be

Be your own editor/critic. Sympathetic but merciless!

Heavy as such things areAfter the wordslide, the writing begins."From "Word Quake

I've always been amused by the contention that brain work is harder than manual labor. I've never known a man to leave a desk for a muck-stick if he could avoid it.

One who loves roses cannot avoid its thorns.

Your influence as a leader will increase when you empower others' strengths, which in return equips them to pursue their callings, not their shortcomings.

There is a divinity that shapes our ends Rough-hew them how we will.

I dissolved, so white, so unapproachable, amid my white flame, in the whiteness of moonlight

We are never more than a belief away from our greatest love, deepest healing, and most profound miracles.

In a strictly scientific sense God is at the bottom of both good and evil.

Woman is born free and lives equal to man in her rights. Social distinctions can be based only on the common utility.

I was dominated, soul, brain, and power by you. You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream.