We are imprisoned in the realm of life, like a sailor on his tiny boat, on an infinite ocean.

I was always looking outside myself for strength and confidence but it comes from within. It is there all the time.

Creative minds have always been known to survive any kind of bad training.

If some longing goes unmet, don't be astonished. We call that Life.

The horrors of war, pale beside the loss of a mother

Who promised you that only for joy were you brought to this earth?

In our dreams we can have our eggs cooked exactly how we want them, but we can't eat them.

Why do we go around acting as though everything was friendship and reliability when basically everything everywhere is full of sudden hate and ugliness?

Papa continually emphasizes how much remains unexplained. With the other psychoanalytic writers, everything is always so known and fixed.

Sometimes the most beautiful thing is precisely the one that comes unexpectedly and unearned, hence something given truly as a present.

Everyone here says in a surprised manner that I have grown... they are so stupid and do not notice that I am standing up straighter!

Depend upon it, sir, when a man knows he is to be hanged in a fortnight, it concentrates his mind wonderfully.

It would be the height of absurdity to label ignorance tempered by humility "faith"!(Institutio III.2.3)

I don't beleive in peoples .I don't think it's always true.I believe Buddha knowledge and I believe in god, I beleive in goodness.I think different from others it is the way I am

You know someone's okay if they can ignore things they can't do anything about and move on.

We are all shot through with enough motives to make a massacre any day of the week that we want to give them their head.

The gossip mill runs on estrogen.

Our destruction, should it come at all, will be from...the inattention of the people to the concerns of their government, from their carelessness and negligence.

Go through every closet in your house in every room.

I think people dismiss celebrity memoirs as unreal, contrived and maybe partially made up. But that's definitely not true for anything that I write.

The novel is very much alive, indeed. In Toronto at the Sixth Annual International Festival of Authors (October 1985) I listened to novelists by the dozen.