She walked in the shadow of Rango with a great feeling of being taken out of herself, of having no knowledge of what was happening to her, merely a pervading sense of flow.

The final lesson a writer learns is that everything can nourish the writer.

We are never trapped unless we choose to be.

New York has an electronic heart.

When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow.

The real wonders of life lie in the depths. Exploring the depths for truths is the real wonder which the child and the artist know: magic and power lie in truth.

I don’t really want to become normal, average, standard. I want merely to gain in strength, in the courage to live out my life more fully, enjoy more, experience more. I want to develop even more original and more unconventional traits