Having chosen this foolishness, I was a free being. How could the world ever stop me, how could I betray myself, if I was not afraid?

At night I read and write, and things I have never understood become clear; I reap the harvest of the rest of the year's planting

All my books started out as extravagant and ended up pure and plain.

If even rock was interesting, if even this ugliness was worth whole shelves at the library, required sophisticated tools to study, and inspired grown men to crack mountains and saw crystals--then what wasn't?

If we listened to our intellect, we’d never have a love affair... or go into business. You’ve got to jump off cliffs and build your wings on the way down.

It's a little silly to finally learn how to write at this age. But I long ago realized I was secretly sincere.

Doing something does not require discipline. It creates its own discipline - with a little help from caffeine.