I want to be pure in heart -- but I like to wear my purple dress.

What a crippling art writing is, no body to it, no craft, really. It's all in the mind and you never see it or feel it -- only sometimes hear it. It uses only such a small part of man. I wish I were a sculptor.

The most exhausting thing you can do is to be inauthentic.

Good communication is just as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after.

There is no harvest for the heart alone. The seed of love must be eternally re-sown.

Can one make the future a substitute for the present? And what guarantee have we that the future will be any better if we neglect the present?

And if flying, like a glass-bottomed bucket, can give you that vision, that seeing eye, which peers down on the still world below the choppy waves - it will always remain magic.