It was as if the empty nights were made for thinking of him. And sometimes I found myself so vividly aware of him it was as if he had only just left the room and the ring of his voice were still there. And somehow, there was a disturbing comfort in that, and, despite myself, I’d envision his face.

When we love and want nothing but good for that person, it's one of the greatest gifts we possess.

I'm usually working on my own mythology, my own realm of created characters. Stories in mythology inspire me, though I may not be conscious of it.

We’re going to die and not even know. We’ll never know, and all this meaninglessness will just go on and on and on. And we won’t any longer be witnesses to it. We won’t have even that little bit of power to give meaning to it in our minds. We’ll just be gone, dead, dead, dead, without ever knowing!

You can look at the New York Times Bestseller List and you can be pretty sure that the writers on that list don't know each other very well.

To learn and to love, that is what we are here for, any activity which is not grounded in one of these two is a waste of time.

The only power that exists is inside ourselves.