You know how I love talking about books, and you know how I adore receiving compliments.

We clung to books and to our friends; they reminded us that we had another part to us.

I am a grown woman-- mostly-- and I can guzzle champagne with whomever I choose.

It suddenly struck me that Dawsey is a lonesome person. I think it may be that he has always been lonely, but he didn't mind before, and now he minds.

If I could have anything I wanted, I would choose story without end, and it seems I have lots of company in that.

Ivy! It's a natural disaster! You have to be there!

I have an idea for a new book. It's a novel about a beautiful yet sensitive author whose spirit is crushed by her domineering editor. Do you like it?

A hint: perhaps in this case, you should refrain from throwing the book at the audience when you finish.

I'm currently in the middle of a depression. I couldn't really tell you what set it off, but I think it stems from my cowardice, which confronts me at every turn.

True love is an act of the will—a conscious decision to do what is best for the other person instead of ourselves.

BIGGER THE THOUGHT, DIFFICULT TO CAUGHT, TO SURVIVE IT TAUGHT, WITH HOPE WE FOUGHT, SUCCESS WILL BE BROUGHT.

It (modernization) is just another jungle closing in.

I never lost money by turning a profit.

The weirdest thing in the world is to see some guy who is just super earnest.

The undoing is almost always more difficult than the doing.

Whenever you see a gaming table be sure to know fortune is not there. Rather she is always in the company of industry.

I started a production company out of necessity, the need for great narratives for actors of color.

Persecution in intellectual countries produces a superficial conformity, but also underneath an intense, incessant, implacable doubt.