Keep in mind that life produces no maestros, only students of varying shades of ineptitude.

Experiencing life through a book can help you learn without all the pain of going through the experiences first hand.

What is genius, anyway, if it isn't the ability to give an adequate response to a great challenge?

I wondered if a blessing is still a blessing if it lasts for only a little while.

And taking care of somebody else made me feel good. Like discovering you're more than you thought you were. More even than you hoped to be.

Longevity can't be the only test of love.

I was hooked on writing. I mean, where else can you get paid for sticking your nose into somebody else's business?