A writer paradoxically seeks the truth and tells lies every step of the way.

There is nothing as sweet as a comeback, when you are down and out, about to lose, and out of time.

I am going to try to pay attention to the spring. I am going to look around at all the flowers, and look up at the hectic trees. I am going to close my eyes and listen.

In fact, not forgiving is like drinking rat poison and then waiting for the rat to die.

If your wife locks you out of the house, you don't have a problem with your door.

If you are writing the clearest, truest words you can find and doing the best you can to understand and communicate, this will shine on paper like its own little lighthouse. Lighthouses dont go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining.

Your unconscious can't work when you are breathing down its neck.