we each devise our means of escape from the intolerable.

Most books, like their authors, are born to die; of only a few books can it be said that death has no dominion over them; they live, and their influence lives forever.

A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading.

It's fine therapy for people who are perpetually scared of nameless threats as I am most of the time — for jittery people.

I get a fine warm feeling when I'm doing well, but that pleasure is pretty much negated by the pain of getting started each day. Let's face it, writing is hell.

Mysteriously and in ways that are totally remote from natural experience, the gray drizzle of horror induced by depression takes on the quality of physical pain.

The writer's duty is to keep on writing.

Reading - the best state yet to keep absolute loneliness at bay.

The pain is unrelenting; one does not abandon, even briefly, one's bed of nails, but is attached to it wherever one goes.

It is hopelessness even more than pain that crushes the soul.

The pain of severe depression is quite unimaginable to those who have not suffered it.

The full length of a frog doesn't have to be seen when it's dead. It has to be seen when it jumps. Aim for greater heights always.

Beauty can help fill the cracks in people’s hearts and comfort their souls.

There is a devilishly direct relationship between the significance of an idea and how nervous we become at the prospect of having to think about it.

All food eaten in anticipation of a kiss is delicious.

Take care of yourselves

I feel beautiful when I'm at peace with myself. When I'm serene, when I'm a good person, when I've been considerate of others.

He's an enigma wrapped up in sensuality padlocked with a dozen chains of desire and topped off with a razor-sharp ribbon of danger. There are more layers to him than a billionaire's wedding cake.

You are already of consequence in the world if you are known as a man of strict integrity.

The greatest joy of my is when Jesus moves on my heart and tells me to give to someone.

She's wearing a tight red sweater and a red skirt and enough makeup to scare a hooker.