The test of real literature is that it will bear repetition. We read over the same pages again and again, and always with fresh delight.

Try as hard as we may for perfection, the net result of our labors is an amazing variety of imperfectness. We are surprised at our own versatility in being able to fail in so many different ways.

The trouble with facts is that there are so many of them.

A prose writer gets tired of writing prose, and wants to be a poet. So he begins every line with a capital letter, and keeps on writing prose.

Positive thinking is the key which unlocks the doors of the world.

In the consciousness that another mind reflects your thought, you find the keenest satisfaction. Here is the high office of a friend, and in these high experiences is the point of attachment.--

Try as hard as we may for perfection the net result of our labors is an amazing variety of imperfectness. We are surprised at our own versatility in being able to fail in so many different ways.

The most common way people give up their power is by thinking they don't have any.

To sum up - i f you want to be more creat ive, star t loving yoursel f enough to giveyoursel f permission to fai l . In fact, bet ter yet, don' t even wor ry about winning orlosing. Just DO.

If you're looking for faults use a mirror, not a telescope

You breathe in and out; you breathe in and you breathe out, and you live one moment into the next moment, and then time goes by, and you find you're able to put one foot in front of the other.

We are selling ourselves very short by funneling our energies into what the traditional perception is of academic and monetary success.

If you never did anything for your own freedom, you're not worth a human being in my view.

There's a universe inside your head - a place of pictures and passions, of songs and sorrows. It's everything you are - and it's an utter mystery.

Green grass breaks through snow, Artemis pleads for my help, I am so cool.

My father thought I would lead a simple life; that I was bright but unambitious, complacant with whatever work life threw at me. My father, as usual, was wrong.

A story should be managed so that it should suggest interesting things to the reader instead of the author's doing all the thinking for him, and setting it before him in black and white.