What we buy belongs to us only when the price is forgotten.

Blessed are those who give without remembering and take without forgetting.

Irony is the hygiene of the mind.

The image of ourselves in the minds of others is the picture of a stranger we shall never see.

Seeing through is rarely seeing into.

It is never good dwelling on good-byes ... it is not the being together that it prolongs, it is the parting.

To others we are not ourselves but a performer in their lives cast for a part we do not even know that we are playing.

Happiness is the moment when you cease to make an inventory of joys; it is a glow, a brightness - never a list.

Talk about the joys of the unexpected, can they compare with the joys of the expected, of finding everything delightfully and completely what you knew it was going to be?

Endurance is frequently a form of indecision.

The Ten Commandments don't tell you what you ought to do: They only put ideas into your head.

somewhere under the rage, there's something human. barely.

I don't think I'd have been in such a hurry to reach adulthood if I'd known the whole thing was going to be ad-libbed.

People see you as an object not as a person and they project a set of expectations onto you. People who don't have it think beauty is a blessing but actually it sets you apart.

First I was 'angry,' then 'spiritual.' Now I don't know what I am.

I do think I was trying to entertain the reader more than I was trying to purge myself.

I loathe and detest movies and television and don't watch any. I do not have the time.

The human longing for story is so powerful, so primitive, that it seems like something not learned, but locked into our genes.

Inclusiveness isn't what I want to push back against. The obsession with facts is.

Women like silent men. They think they're listening.

Beyond each corner, new directions lie in wait.