The student has his Rome, his whole glowing Italy, within the four walls of his library. He has in his books the ruins of an antique world and the glories of a modern one.

I leapt eagerly into books. The characters’ lives were so much more interesting than the lonely heartbeat of my own.

God himself is referring to Jesus as light, illumination, knowledge, insight, understanding, wisdom

You wanted to show everyone you could write about the black heart of a killer. And all the while pretending you don't even have your own dark desires.

Rescue operation, " he says, breathless. "Saved Barbie from drowning.

Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human race.

My daughter emails me. When your daughter starts to email you instead of talk to you... It's horrible. You cannot forget human communication.

Without a goal we are much like the man with a boat and nowhere to go. Goals give us the drive and energy we need to remain on track long enough for their accomplishment.

You love writing; I hate it; and if I had a lover who expected a note from me every morning, I should certainly break with him. Let me beg you then not to measure my friendship by my writing.

Out of five hundred who speak glibly of love, not one can spell the first letter of his name.

I still love writing in my journal and wearing sparkly dresses and looking at old chandeliers.