Only the ship is made of books, its sails thousands of overlapping pages, and the sea it floats upon is dark black ink.

I have tried to let you go and I cannot. I cannot stop thinking of you. I cannot stop dreaming about you.

You believe you could not live with the pain. Such pain is not lived with. It is only endured. I am sorry.

It is likely to make us think we are not caged. We cannot feel the bars unless we push against them.

Follow your dreams Bailey. Be they Harvard or somehing else entirely. No matter what that father of yours says, or how loudly he might say it. He forgets that he was someone's dream once, himself

If she were gone I would be nothing. You should think better of yourself than to settle for that.

I mean only that I hope they find darkness or paradise without fear of it, if they can.

I suppose there will never be a lack of things to say, of stories to be told and shared.

And there are really never endings, happy or otherwise.

I have had affairs that lasted decades and others that lasted for hours. I have loved princesses and peasants. And I suppose they loved me, each in their way.

I am haunted by the ghost of my father, I think that should allow me to quote Hamlet as much as I please.

If we had directions, it wouldn't be life. It would be an assignment. Grunt work.

Gender and the complications it gives rise to simply aren't relevant to the lives appliances lead.

I tend to think you're fearless when you recognize why you should be scared of things, but do them anyway.

Leadership is not only having a vision, but also having the courage, the discipline, and the resources to get you there.

Every other group helps its own members. Women should, too. Be sisters.

Whether in music or in fiction, the most basic thing is rhythm. Your style needs to have good, natural, steady rhythm, or people won't keep reading your work.

Making media companies that you hope to sell is not a lot of fun for anyone who cares deeply about making media.

If you are a guillotine producer, watch out your head; because wickedness is a boomerang.

I don’t write things to benefit the world. If it happens that they do, swell. I didn’t set out to do that. I set out to have a hell of a lot of fun.

The sufficiency of my merit is to know that my merit is not sufficient.